Wilt thou be my dearie.
[Written by Burns, to the tune of "The Sutor's Dochter," in honour of Miss Janet Miller, of Dalswinton.]
Wilt thou be my dearie? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, Wilt thou let me cheer thee? By the treasures of my soul, That's the love I bear thee! I swear and vow that only thou Shall ever be my dearie. Only thou, I swear and vow, Shall ever be my dearie. Lassie, say thou lo'es me, Or if thou wilt not be my ain, Say na thou'lt refuse me: If it winna, canna be, Thou for thine may choose me, Let me, lassie, quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me. Lassie, let me quickly die, Trusting that thou lo'es me.