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.