O
DINNA
THINK
,
MY
BONNIE
LASS
.
O
dinna
think
,
my
bonnie
lass
,
that
I'm
gaun
to
leave
thee
!
I'll
nobbet
gae
to
yonder
town
,
and
I'll
come
and
see
thee
;
Gin
the
night
be
ne'er
sae
dark
,
and
I
be
ne'er
sae
weary
,
O
!
I'll
tak
a
staff
into
my
hand
,
and
come
and
see
my
dearie
,
O
!
O
dinna
think
,
my
bonnie
lass
,
that
I'll
e'er
forsake
thee
!
I
mean
to
act
an
honest
part
,
and
loyally
to
take
thee
;
For
thou
art
mine
,
and
I'll
be
thine
,
and
sure
we'll
never
weary
,
O
!
I'll
meet
thee
at
the
kirk-gate
,
my
ain
kind
dearie
,
O
!
The
fairest
words
o'
wooing
men
they
often
turn
to
marriage
strife
;
There's
Sandy
,
how
he
dawtit
Jean
,
but
now
he
flytes
now
she's
his
wife
;
Ance
she
was
good
and
fair
,
o'
her
he'd
never
weary
,
O
!
But
now
,
I
trow
,
he
cares
nae
mair
for
his
kind
dearie
,
O
!
But
Sandy
,
lass
,
ye
ken
fu'
weel
,
car'd
nought
but
for
her
siller
;
'Twas
love
of
goud
and
glittering
show
that
ay
band
him
till
her
;
But
I've
nae
band
but
love
alane
,
and
that
can
never
weary
,
O
!
Therefore
consent
and
wear
the
chain
,
my
ain
kind
dearie
,
O
!