O Steer Her Up An’ Haud Her Gaun

 

1795
Type: Poem

O steer her up, an’ haud her gaun,
Her mither’s at the mill, jo;
An’ gin she winna tak a man,
E’en let her tak her will, jo.
First shore her wi’ a gentle kiss,
And ca’ anither gill, jo;
An’ gin she tak the thing amiss,
E’en let her flyte her fill, jo.

O steer her up, an’ be na blate,
An’ gin she tak it ill, jo,
Then leave the lassie till her fate,
And time nae langer spill, jo:
Ne’er break your heart for ae rebute,
But think upon it still, jo:
That gin the lassie winna do’t,
Ye’ll find anither will, jo.

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