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Reading edition
O LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS.
Tune—“Cordwainer’s March.”
[The air to which these verses were written, is commonly played at the Saturnalia of the shoemakers on King Crispin’s day. Burns sent it to the Museum.]
I.
O lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass; And swear on thy white hand, lass, That thou wilt be my ain. A slave to love’s unbounded sway, He aft has wrought me meikle wae; But now he is my deadly fae, Unless thou be my ain.
II.
There’s monie a lass has broke my rest, That for a blink I hae lo’ed best; But thou art queen within my breast, For ever to remain. O lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass; And swear on thy white hand, lass, That thou wilt be my ain.