O Whistle an' I'll Come To Ye, My Lad

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.