O, DINNA ask me gin I lo'e ye: Troth, I daurna tell! Dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye, -- Ask it o' yoursel'. O, dinna look sae sair at me, for weel ye ken me true; O, gin ye look sae sair at me, I daurna look at you. When ye gang to yon braw braw town, And bonnier lassies see, O, dinna, Jamie, look at them, Lest ye should mind na me. For I could neve bide the lass That ye'd lo'e mair than me; And O, I'm sure my heart wad brak, Gin he'd prove fause to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN NET by WILLIAM BLAKE A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SUMTER [APRIL 12, 1861] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) |