  IF doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I’ll mount my steed; And strong his arm, and fast his seat, That bears frae me the meed. I’ll wear thy colors in my cap, Thy picture in my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart. Then tell me how to woo thee, love; Oh, tell me how to woo thee! For thy dear sake, nae care I’ll take, If gay attire delight thine eye, I’ll dight me in array; I’ll tend thy chamber door all night, And squire thee all the day. If sweetest sounds can win thine ear, These sounds I’ll strive to catch; Thy voice I’ll steal to woo thysel’— That voice that none can match. Then tell me how to woo thee, love, etc. But if fond love thy heart can gain, I never broke a vow; Nae maiden lays her skaith to me; I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring, For you I wear the blue; For you alone I strive to sing— Oh, tell me how to woo! Then tell me how to woo thee, love, etc. Robert Graham. |
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