gang by me as tho' that ye car'd na a flie;

but steal me a blink o' your bonie black e'e,

yet look as ye were na lookin' to me,

yet look as ye were na lookin' to me.

o whistle an' i'll e, c.

aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,

and whiles ye may lightly my beauty a-wee;

but court na anither, tho' jokin' ye be,

for fear that she wile your fancy frae me,

for fear that she wile your fancy frae me.

o whistle an' i'll e, c.