T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Wha Is That at My Bower-door?
By Robert Burns (1759–1796)| WHA is that at my bower-door? | |
| O wha is it but Findlay. | |
| Then gae your gate, ye’se nae be here! | |
| Indeed maun, I quo’ Findlay. | |
| What makes ye sae like a thief? | 5 |
| O come and see, quo’ Findlay; | |
| Before the morn ye’ll work mischief; | |
| Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay. | |
| Gif I rise an’ let you in; | |
| Let me in, quo’ Findlay; | 10 |
| Ye’ll keep me waukin’ wi’ your din, | |
| Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay. | |
| In my bower, if you should stay? | |
| Let me stay, quo’ Findlay; | |
| I fear ye’ll bide till break o’ day; | 15 |
| Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay. | |
| Here this night, if ye remain, | |
| I’ll remain, quo’ Findlay; | |
| I dread ye’ll learn the gate again, | |
| Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay. | 20 |
| What may pass within this bower, | |
| Let it pass, quo’ Findlay; | |
| Ye maun conceal till your last hour; | |
| Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay! | |