“Dinna ask me”

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 never bide the lass   That ye ’d lo’e mair than me; And O, I ’m sure my heart wad brak,   Gin ye ’d prove fause to me!