My laddie

Oh, my laddie, my laddie,

I lo'e your very plaidie,

I be your very bonnet

Wi' the silver buckle on it,

I lo'e your collie Harry,

I lo'e the kent ye carry;

But oh! yoursel', your very sel',

I lo'e ten thousand times at well!

Oh, my dearie, my dearie,

I could luik an' never weary

At your een sea blue an' laughin',

That a heart o' stane wad saften,

While your mouth sae proud an' curly

Gars my heart gang tirly-wirly;

But oh! Yoursel', your very sel',

I lo'e ten thousand times as well!

Oh, my darlin', my darlin',

Let's gang amang the carlin!

Let's loll upo' the heather

A' this bonnie simmer weather;

Ye shall fauld me in your plaidie,

My luve, my luve, my laddie;

An' close, an' close into your ear

I'll whisper how I lo'e ye, dear!