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!
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III. Love’s Beginnings