The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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COME UNDER MY FLAIDIE.
MACNIEL.
Tune—Johnny M'-Gill.
Come under my plaidie ; the night's gaun to fa'
Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw :
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ;
I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ;
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
Gae 'wa wi' yere plaidie ! auld Donald, gae 'wa
I fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw I
Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie I I'll no sit beside ye ;
Ye micht be my gutcher I auld Donald, gae 'wa.
I'm gaun to meet Johnnie—he's young and he's bonnie
He's been at Meg's bridal, fou trig and fou braw
Nane dances sae lichtly, sae gracefu', or tichtly,
His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw !
Dear Marion, let that flee stick to the wa'
Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava
The haill o' his pack he has now on his back ;
He's thretty, and I am but three score and twa.
Be frank now and kindly—I'll busk ye ayie finely ;
To kirk or to market there'll few gang sae braw
When I see thee I love thee, but hearing adore,
I wonder and think you a woman no more
Till mad with admiring, I cannot contain.
And kissing those lips, find you woman again.
In aU that I write I'll thy judgment require;
Thy taste shall correct what thy love did inspire.
I'll kiss thee and press tliee till youth is all o'er.
And then live on friendship, when passion's no more.
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