O Steer Her Up.

Tune - "O steer her up, and haud her gaun."


I.

    O steer her up and haud her gaun -
        Her mother's at the mill, jo;
    And gin she winna take a man,
        E'en let her take her will, jo:
    First shore her wi' a kindly kiss,
        And ca' another gill, jo,
    And gin she take the thing amiss,
        E'en let her flyte her fill, jo.

II.

    O steer her up, and be na blate,
        An' gin she take it ill, jo,
    Then lea'e the lassie till her fate,
        And time nae longer 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 fin' anither will, jo.