Lyrics by Harrison Millard
Chorus:
Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad,
Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad,
Though father and mither and a’ should get mad
Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad,
But warily tent when ye come to court me
And come na unless the backyett be ajee
Syne up the backstyle, and let naebody see
And come as you were na coming to me
And come as you were na coming to me
Chorus
At kirk, or at market wherever you meet me
Gang by me as though that you cared not a flie
But steal me a blink o’ your bonnie black e’e
Yet look as you were na coming at me
Yet look as you were na looking at me
Chorus
Aye, vow and protest that you are na for me
And whyles you may lightly my beauty a wee
But court na anither, tho jokin’ you be
For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me
For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me
Chorus
From These Happy Golden Years
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