If Doughty Deeds

by Robert Cunninghame-Graham of Gartmore

If doughty deeds my lady please,   Right soon I'll mount my steed; And strong his arm and fast his seat,   That bears frae me the meed. I'll wear thy colours in my cap,   Thy picture in my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye   Shall rue it to his smart!     Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;       O tell me how to woo thee!     For thy dear sake nae care I'll take,       Tho' ne'er another trow me. If gay attire delight thine eye   I'll dight me in array; I'll tend thy chamber door all night,   And squire thee all the day. If sweetest sounds can win thine ear,   These sounds I'll strive to catch; Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysel',   That voice that nane can match.     Then tell me how to woo thee, Love... But if fond love thy heart can gain,   I never broke a vow; Nae maiden lays her skaith to me,   I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring,   For you I wear the blue; For you alone I strive to sing,   O tell me how to woo!     Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;       O tell me how to woo thee!     For thy dear sake nae care I'll take       Tho' ne'er another trow me.