O That’s the Lassie o’ My Heart

O wat ye wha that lo’es meAnd has my heart a-keeping?O sweet is she that lo’es me,As dews o’ summer weeping,In tears the rosebuds steeping!

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O that’s the lassie o’ my heart,My lassie ever dearer;O she’s the queen o’ womankind,And ne’er a ane to peer her.9

If thou shalt meet a lassie,In grace and beauty charming,That e’en thy chosen lassie,Erewhile thy breast sae warming,Had ne’er sic powers alarming;

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O that’s the lassie o’ my heart,My lassie ever dearer;O she’s the queen o’ womankind,And ne’er a ane to peer her.18

If thou hadst heard her talking,And thy attention’s plighted,That ilka body talking,But her, by thee is slighted,And thou art all delighted;

Chorus

O that’s the lassie o’ my heart,My lassie ever dearer;O she’s the queen o’ womankind,And ne’er a ane to peer her.27

If thou hast met this Fair One,When frae her thou hast parted,If every other Fair OneBut her, thou hast deserted,And thou art broken-hearted,O that’s the lassie o’ my heart,My lassie ever dearer;O that’s the queen o’ womankind,And ne’er a ane to peer her.