O Steer Her Up An Haud Her Gaun
o steer her up an' haud her gaun
o steer her up, an' haud her gaun,
her mither's at the mill, jo;
an' gin she winna tak a man,
e'en let her tak her will, jo.
first shore her wi' a gentle kiss,
and ca' anither gill, jo;
an' gin she tak the thing amiss,
e'en let her flyte her fill, jo.
o steer her up, an' be na blate,
an' gin she tak it ill, jo,
then leave the lassie till her fate,
and time nae langer spill, jo:
ne'er break your heart for ae rebute,
but think upon it still, jo:
that gin the lassie winna do't,
ye'll find anither will, jo.