Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

539 . Song—O that’s the lassie o’ my heart

O WAT ye wha that lo’es me

And has my heart a-keeping?

O sweet is she that lo’es me,

As dews o’ summer weeping,

In tears the rosebuds steeping!

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.

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;

O that’s the lassie, &c.

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;

O that’s the lassie, &c.

If thou hast met this Fair One,

When frae her thou hast parted,

If every other Fair One

But 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.