O Whistle, and I ’ll come to you, my lad,
O whistle, and I ’ll come to you, my lad,
Tho’ father and mither and a’ should gae mad,
O whistle, and I ’ll come to you, my lad.

But warily tent, when ye come to court me,
And come na unless the back-yett be a-...

Poet: Robert Burns

“you have heard,” said a youth to his sweetheart, who stood,
  While he sat on a corn-sheaf, at daylight’s decline,—
“You have heard of the Danish boy’s whistle of wood?
  I wish that that Danish boy’s whistle were mine.”
“And what would you do with it?—tell me,”...

Poet: Robert Story