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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

Chapter 508: Lassie Wi’ The Lint-White Locks
By Robert Burns
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The collection assembles lyrical songs, narrative poems, satirical pieces, epistles, epitaphs, and fragments that shift between convivial drinking verses, tender laments, and comic storytelling. Many lyrics were shaped to traditional airs and preserve vernacular speech, while longer works portray rural labor, domestic scenes, and compassionate encounters with animals. Satire targets religious hypocrisy and social pretension, and several poems take a direct, personal tone of moral reflection or affectionate address. The selections alternate moods and forms, emphasizing melodic phrasing and a versatile technical range.

Lassie Wi’ The Lint-White Locks

Tune—“Rothiemurchie’s Rant.”
Chorus.—Lassie wi’the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi’ me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, O? Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a’ is young and sweet like thee, O wilt thou share its joys wi’ me, And say thou’lt be my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c. The primrose bank, the wimpling burn, The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn, The wanton lambs at early morn, Shall welcome thee, my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c. And when the welcome simmer shower Has cheer’d ilk drooping little flower, We’ll to the breathing woodbine bower, At sultry noon, my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c. When Cynthia lights, wi’ silver ray, The weary shearer’s hameward way, Thro’ yellow waving fields we’ll stray, And talk o’ love, my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c. And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my Lassie’s midnight rest, Enclasped to my faithfu’ breast, I’ll comfort thee, my Dearie, O. Lassie wi’ the, &c.