whistle, and i'lle to you, my lad
chorus.—o whistle, an' i'lle to ye, my lad,
o whistle, an' i'lle to ye, my lad,
tho' father an' mother an' a' should gae mad,
o whistle, an' i'lle to ye, my lad.
but warily tent when yee to court me,
ande nae unless the back-yett be a-jee;
syne up the back-stile, and let naebody see,
ande as ye were nain' to me,
ande as ye were nain' to me.
o whistle an' i'lle, &c.
at kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me,