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OH, WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO TOO. 43
Let me go to the spot where the'cataract plays. Where oft I have sported in boyhood's bright days, And greet my poor mother, whose heart will ovorflow At the sight of her child: let me go. let me go— At the sight of her child, let me go, let me go 1
Let me go to my sire, by whose battle-scarred side I have sported so oft in the morn of my pride, And exulted to conqircr the insolent foe: To my father, the chief, let me go, let me go-To my father, the chief, let me go, let me go!
And oh, let me go to my wild forest-home, No more from its life-cheering pleasures to roam: 'Neath the groves of the glen let my ashes lie low; To my home in the woods let me go, let me go-To my home in the woods let me go, let me go! |
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OH, WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU.
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 go 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 back-yett be a-jee; Syne up the back stile, and let naebody see— And come as ye were nae comin' to me— Oh, come as ye were nae comin' to me I
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 go mad, Thy Jeanie will venture wi' ye, my lad. At kirk or at merket, whene'er ye meet me, Gang by me as though ye cared nae a flie; But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black e'e, Yet look as ye were nae lookin' at me— Oh, look as ye were nae lookin' at me 1 |
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