Come under my Plaidie

Come under my plaidie, the night's gann to fa', Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift and the sna'; Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me for twa Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw, Come under my plaidie, and down beside me, There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me for twa.

Gae wa wi' your plaidie; auld Donald, gae 'wa, I fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the sna'; Gae 'wa wi your plaidie, I'll no sit beside ye, Ye might be my gutcher,—auld Donald, gae wa; I'm gaun to meet Johnnie, he's young and he's bonnie, He's been at Meg's bridal, fu' trig and fu' braw! O nane dances sae lightly, sae gracefu', sae lightly, His cheek's like the new rose, his brow’s like the snaw.

Dear Marion, let that flee stick fact to the wa' Your Jack's but a gowk, and has naething ava; The ha'e on his pack he has now on his back, He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa. Be frank now and kindly, I'll busk ye ay finely, To kirk or to market they'll few gang sae braw; A bien house to bide in, a chaise for to ride in, And flunkies to tend ye as aft as ye ca.