Poem by James Tytler

Lass’, Gin Ye Lo’e Me

I hae laid a herring in saut,
	Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now!
I hae brewed a forpit o’ maut*,
	And I canna come ilka day to woo
I hae a calf will soon be a cow
	Lass, gin ye lo’e me tell me now!
I hae a pig will soon be a sow,
	And I canna come ilka day to woo

I’ve a house on yonder muir,
	Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now!
There sparrows may dance on the floor,
	And I canna come ilka day to woo.
I hae a but and I hae a ben,
	Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now!
I hae three chickens and a fat hen,
	And I canna come ilka day to woo.

I’ve a hen wi’ a happity leg,
	Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now!
Which ilka day lays me an egg,
	And I canna come ilka day to woo.
I hae a kebbuck upon my shelf,
	Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tak me now!
I downa eat it all myself
	And I winna come ony mair to woo.

*quarter-peck of malt.

1. The Bonnie Bruckit Lassie
2. Loch Erroch Side

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