Poetry Archives

If doughty deeds my lady please,
  Right soon I’ll mount my steed;
And strong his arm and fast his seat,
  That bears frae me the meed.
I’ll wear thy colours in my cap,
  Thy picture in my heart;
And he that bends not to thine eye
  Shall rue it to his smart!
    Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;
      O tell me how to woo thee!
    For thy dear sake nae care I’ll take,
      Tho’ ne’er another trow me.

If gay attire delight thine eye
  I’ll dight me in array;
I’ll tend thy chamber door all night,
  And squire thee all the day.
If sweetest sounds can win thine ear,
  These sounds I’ll strive to catch;
Thy voice I’ll steal to woo thysel’,
  That voice that nane can match.
    Then tell me how to woo thee, Love…

But if fond love thy heart can gain,
  I never broke a vow;
Nae maiden lays her skaith to me,
  I never loved but you.
For you alone I ride the ring,
  For you I wear the blue;
For you alone I strive to sing,
  O tell me how to woo!
    Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;
      O tell me how to woo thee!
    For thy dear sake nae care I’ll take
      Tho’ ne’er another trow me.