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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
whistle, and i'll come to you, my lad chorus.—o whistle, an' i'll come to ye, my lad, o whistle, an' i'll come to ye, my lad, tho' father an' mother an' a' should gae mad, o whistle, an' i'll come to ye, my lad. but warily tent when ye come to court me, and come nae unless the back-yett be a-jee; syne up the back-stile, and let naebody see, and come as ye were na comin' to me, and come as ye were na comin' to me. o whistle an' i'll come, c. at kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me, 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 come, 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 come, c.M.HZGJJX.com