O Steer Her Up.
By Robert Burns
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.
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