Wilt thou be my Dearie
Wilt thou be my Dearie; When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me chear thee: By the treasure of my soul, That's the love I bear thee! I swear and vow, that only thou Shalt ever be my Dearie Only thou, I swear and vow, Shalt ever be my Dearie. Lassie, say thou lo'es me; Or if thou wilt na be my ain, Say na thou'lt refuse me: If it winna, canna be, Thou for thine may chuse me, Let me, Lassie, quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me. Lassie, let me quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me.