Robert Burns: How To Know Him

by William Allan Neilson

And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee; gate, ajar

Syne up the back-stile, and let naebody see, then

And come as ye were na comin' to me.

And come as ye were na comin' to me.

At kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me,

Gang by me as tho' that ye car'd na a flee: go, fly

But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black e'e, glance

Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me.

Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me.