Bony lassie will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldey.
My love she's but a lassie yet, My love she's but a lassie yet; We'll let her stand a year or twa, She'll no be half sae saucy yet.Robert Burns
I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie, She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather The bonnie bloomin' heather Mary, ma Scotch Bluebell.Sir Harry (Hugh MacLennan) Lauder
Never mind my grace, lassie; just speak out a plain tale, and show you have a Scotch tongue in your head.
The way was long and weary, But gallantly they strode, A country lad and lassie, Along the heavy road. The night was dark and stormy, But blithe of heart were they, For shining in the distance The lights of London lay. O gleaming lights of London, that gem of the city's crown; What fortunes be within you, O Lights of London Town!
I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie. She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather, the bonnie, bloomin' heather, Mary, ma Scotch Blue-bell.
Of a'the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the West; For there the bonie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best.Robert Burns