If doughty deeds my lady please  
  Right soon I'll mount my steed;  
And strong his arm, and fast his seat  
  That bears frae me the meed.  
I'll wear thy colours in my cap,          
  Thy picture at my heart;  
And he that bends not to thine eye  
  Shall rue it to his smart!  
    Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;  
      O tell me how to woo thee!   
    For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take,  
      Tho' ne'er another trow me.  
  
If gay attire delight thine eye  
  I'll dight me in array;  
I'll tend thy chamber door all night,   
  And squire thee all the day.  
If sweetest sounds can win thine ear,  
  These sounds I'll strive to catch;  
Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysell,  
  That voice that nane can match.   
  
But if fond love thy heart can gain,  
  I never broke a vow;  
Nae maiden lays her skaith to me,  
  I never loved but you.  
For you alone I ride the ring,   
  For you I wear the blue,  
For you alone I strive to sing—  
  O tell me how to woo!  
    Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;  
      O tell me how to woo thee!   
    For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take,  
      Tho' ne'er another trow me.
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