Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 513. Song—Steer her up and haud her gaun |
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| O STEER her up, an’ haud her gaun, | |
| Her mither’s at the mill, jo; | |
| An’ gin she winna tak a man, | |
| E’en let her tak her will, jo. | |
| First shore her wi’ a gentle kiss, | 5 |
| And ca’ anither gill, jo; | |
| An’ gin she tak the thing amiss, | |
| E’en let her flyte her fill, jo. | |
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| O steer her up, an’ be na blate, | |
| An’ gin she tak it ill, jo, | 10 |
| Then leave the lassie till her fate, | |
| And time nae langer spill, jo: | |
| Ne’er break your heart for ae rebute, | |
| But think upon it still, jo: | |
| That gin the lassie winna do’t, | 15 |
| Ye’ll find anither will, jo. | |
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