Rothiemurcus rant

Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks,

Bonie lassie, artless lassie!

Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks,

Wilt thou be my dearie O?

Now Nature cleeds the flow'ry lea,

And a' is young and sweet like thee;

O wilt thou share its joys wi' me,

And say thou'lt be my dearie O?

Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks, &c

And when the welcome summer show'r

Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flow'r,

We'll to the breathing woodbine bow'r,

At sultry noon, my dearie O.

Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks, &c

When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,

The weary shearer's hameward way,

Through yellow, waving fields we'll stray,

And talk of love, my dearie O.

Lassie wi' the lintwhite locks, &c

And when the howling, wintry blast

Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest,

Enclasped to my faithful breast,

I'll comfort thee, my dearie O.