O wha is she that lo'es me

O wha is she that lo'es me,And has my heart a-keeping?O sweet is she that lo'es me,As dews o' simmer weeping,In tears the rose-buds steeping.

Chorus.O that's the lassie o' my heart,My lassie ever dearer;O that's the queen o' womankind,And ne'er a ane to peer her.

If thou shalt meet a lassie,In grace and beauty charming,That e'en thy chosen lassie,Erewhile thy breast sae warming,Had ne'er sic powers alarming;O that's, &c.

If thou hadst heard her talking,And thy attentions plighted,That ilka body talking,But her by thee is slighted,And thou art all delighted;O that's, &c.

If thou hast met this fair one;When frae her thou hast parted,If every other fair one,But her, thou hast deserted,And thou art broken-hearted;O that's, &c.