大象传媒

O steer her up, an' haud her gaun ,
Her mither's at the mill, jo ;
An' gin she winna tak a man,
E'en let her tak her will, jo .
First shore her wi' a gentle kiss,
And ca' anither gill, jo ;
An' gin she tak the thing amiss,
E'en let her flyte her fill, jo .

O steer her up, an' be na blate ,
An' gin she tak it ill , jo ,
Then leave the lassie till her fate,
And time nae langer spill, jo :
Ne'er break your heart for ae rebute ,
But think upon it still, jo :
That gin the lassie winna do't,
Ye'll find anither will, jo .