Invitation

Lad, come kiss me

Whaur the twa burns rin.

Am I no' sweet as honey,

Wild as gouden whin,

Slim as the rowan,

Lips like berries reid,

Fey as siller mune-floo'er

That sprang frae fairy seed?

Luve, come clasp me

Whaur the twa burns rin,-

A'but the white soul o' me

That ye can never win.