o steer her up an' haud her gaun
o steer her up, an' haud her gaun,
her mither's at the mill, jo;
an' gin she winna tak a man,
e'e her tak her will, jo.
first shore her wi' a gentle kiss,
and ca' anither gill, jo;
an' giak the thing amiss,
e'e her flyte her fill, jo.
o steer her up, an' be na bte,
an' giak it ill, jo,
then leave the ssie till her fate,
and time nae nger spill, jo:
ne'er break your heart for ae rebute,
but think upon it still, jo:
that gin the ssie winna do't,
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