O Dinna Think, My Bonnie Lass.

O DINNA THINK, MY BONNIE LASS.

O dinna think, my bonnie lass, that I'm gaun to leave thee! I'll nobbet gae to yonder town, and I'll come and see thee; Gin the night be ne'er sae dark, and I be ne'er sae weary, O! I'll tak a staff into my hand, and come and see my dearie, O!

O dinna think, my bonnie lass, that I'll e'er forsake thee! I mean to act an honest part, and loyally to take thee; For thou art mine, and I'll be thine, and sure we'll never weary, O! I'll meet thee at the kirk-gate, my ain kind dearie, O!

The fairest words o' wooing men they often turn to marriage strife; There's Sandy, how he dawtit Jean, but now he flytes now she's his wife; Ance she was good and fair, o' her he'd never weary, O! But now, I trow, he cares nae mair for his kind dearie, O!

But Sandy, lass, ye ken fu' weel, car'd nought but for her siller; 'Twas love of goud and glittering show that ay band him till her; But I've nae band but love alane, and that can never weary, O! Therefore consent and wear the chain, my ain kind dearie, O!