The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
O, CAN YE LABOUR LEA
Chorus
O, can ye labour lea, young man,O, can ye labour lea?
Gae back the gate ye came again—
Ye'se never scorn me!
I
I fee'd a man at MartinmasWi' airle-pennies three;
But a' the faut I had to him
He couldna labour lea
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II
O, clappin's guid in Febarwar,An' kissin's sweet in May;
But what signifies a young man's love,
An't dinna last for ay?
III
O, kissin is the key o' loveAn' clappin is the lock;
An' makin of's the best thing
That e'er a young thing got!
Chorus
O, can ye labour lea, young man,O, can ye labour lea?
Gae back the gate ye came again—
Ye'se never scorn me!
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||