Robert Burns: A play

by John Drinkwater

O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad:

Tho’ father and mother and a’ should gae mad,

O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad.

[She appears.]

Burns: Nay, I did not whistle. I must to the plough. I am all new in resolution.

Nell (singing):

Come down the back stairs when ye come to court me;

Come down the back stairs when ye come to court me;

Come down the back stairs, and let naebody see,

And come as ye were na coming to me.