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.