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| IF doughty deeds my lady please, | |
| Right soon I’ll mount my steed; | |
| And strong his arm, and fast his seat, | |
| That bears frae me the meed. | |
| I’ll wear thy colours in my cap, | 5 |
| Thy picture in my heart; | |
| And he that bends not to thine eye | |
| Shall rue it to his smart! | |
| Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; | |
| O tell me how to woo thee! | 10 |
| For thy dear sake nae care I’ll take, | |
| Though ne’er another trow me. | |
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| If gay attire delight thine eye, | |
| I’ll dight me in array; | |
| I’ll tend thy chamber door all night, | 15 |
| And squire thee all the day. | |
| If sweetest sounds can win thine ear, | |
| These sounds I’ll strive to catch; | |
| Thy voice I’ll steal to woo thysel’, | |
That voice that nane can match.
Then tell me how to woo thee, Love…. | 20 |
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| But if fond love thy heart can gain, | |
| I never broke a vow; | |
| Nae maiden lays her skaith to me; | |
| I never loved but you. | |
| For you alone I ride the ring, | 25 |
| For you I wear the blue; | |
| For you alone I strive to sing: | |
| O tell me how to woo! | |
| Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; | |
| O tell me how to woo thee! | 30 |
| For thy dear sake nae care I’ll take, | |
| Though ne’er another trow me. | |
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