ssie wi' the lint-white locks
tune—“rothiemurchie's rant.”
chorus.—ssie wi'the lint-white locks,
bonie ssie, artless ssie,
wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks,
wilt thou be my dearie, o?
now nature cleeds the flowery lea,
and a' is young and sweet like thee,
o wilt thou share its joys wi' me,
and say thou'lt be my dearie, o.
ssie wi' the, &c.
the primrose bank, the wimpling burn,
the cuckoo on the milk-white thorn,
the wanton mbs at early morn,
shall wele thee, my dearie, o.
ssie wi' the, &c.
and when the wele simmer shower
has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower,
we'll to the breathing woodbine bower,
at sultry noon, my dearie, o.
ssie wi' the, &c.
when thia lights, wi' silver ray,
the weary shearer's hameward way,
thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray,
and talk o' love, my dearie, o.
ssie wi' the, &c.
and when the howling wintry bst
disturbs my ssie's midnight rest,
eo my faithfu' breast,
i'll fort thee, my dearie, o.
ssie wi' the, &c.