O WHISTLE, and I'll come to ye, my lad, O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad, Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad. But warily tent, when ye come to court me, And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee; Syne up the back stile, and let naebody see, And come as ye were na comin' to me. And come, as ye were na comin' to me. At kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me, Gang by me as tho' that ye cared nae a flie; But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black ee, Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me. Yet look, as ye were na lookin' at me. Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me, And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee; But court nae anither, tho' jokin' ye be, For fear that she wile your fancy frae me. for fear that she wile your fancy frae me. O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY SPRING [IN WAR-TIME] by HENRY TIMROD SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |