Robert Burns: How To Know Him

by William Allan Neilson

Lanely night comes on,

A' the lave are sleeping; rest

I think on my bonnie lad

And I bleer my een with greetin'. eyes, weeping

WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YE, MY LAD

O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad;

O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad:

Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad,

O whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad.

But warily tent, when ye come to court me, take care