Morag

O, wat ye wha that lo'es me

And has my heart a-keeping?

O, sweet is she that lo'es me,

As dews o' summer weeping,

In tears the rosebuds steeping!

Refrain

: O, that's the lassie o' my heart,

My lassie ever dearer!

O, that's the queen o' womankind,

And ne'er a ane to peer her!

If thou shalt meet a lassie,

In grace and beauty charming,

That e'en thy chosen lassie,

Erewhile thy breast sae warming,

Had ne'er sic powers alarming:

Refrain

If thou hadst heard her talking,

(And thy attention's plighted),

That ilka body talking,

But her, by thee is slighted,

And thou art all delighted:

Refrain

If thou hast met this fair one,

When frae her thou hast parted,

If every other fair one

But her, thou hast deserted,

And thou art broken-hearted,

Refrain.