Poems and Songs of R O Steer Her Up An Haud Her Gaun

o steer her up an' haud her gaun

o steer her up, an' haud her gaun,

her mither's at the mill, jo;

an' gin she winna tak a man,

e'en let her tak her will, jo.

first shore her wi' a gentle kiss,

and ca' anither gill, jo;

an' gin she tak the thing amiss,

e'en let her flyte her fill, jo.

o steer her up, an' be na blate,

an' gin she tak it ill, jo,

then leave the lassie till her fate,

and time nae langer spill, jo:

ne'er break your heart for ae rebute,

but think upon it still, jo:

that gin the lassie winna do't,

ye'll find anither will, jo.