Song—O that’s the lassie o’ my heart

O wat ye wha that lo’es me
And has my heart a-keeping?
O sweet is she that lo’es me,
As dews o’ summer weeping,
In tears the rosebuds steeping!

Chorus.—o that’s the lassie o’ my heart,
My lassie ever dearer;
O she’s the queen o’ womankind,
And ne’er a ane to peer her.

If thou shalt meet a lassie,
In grace and beauty charming,
That e’en thy chosen lassie,
Erewhile thy breast sae warming,
Had ne’er sic powers alarming;
O that’s the lassie, &c.

If thou hadst heard her talking,
And thy attention’s plighted,
That ilka body talking,
But her, by thee is slighted,
And thou art all delighted;
O that’s the lassie, &c.

If thou hast met this Fair One,
When frae her thou hast parted,
If every other Fair One
But her, thou hast deserted,
And thou art broken-hearted,
O that’s the lassie o’ my heart,
My lassie ever dearer;
O that’s the queen o’ womankind,
And ne’er a ane to peer her.

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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