Wilt Thou Be My Dearie

Wilt thou be my Dearie;
When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart,
O wilt thou let me chear thee:
By the treasure of my soul,
That's the love I bear thee!
I swear and vow, that only thou
Shalt ever be my Dearie
Only thou, I swear and vow,
Shalt ever be my Dearie.

Lassie, say thou lo'es me;
Or if thou wilt na be my ain,
Say na thou'lt refuse me:
If it winna, canna be,
Thou for thine may chuse me,
Let me, Lassie, quickly die,
Trusting that thou lo'es me.
Lassie, let me quickly die,
Trusting that thou lo'es me.