text: Harry Lauder version -\n\nI Love A Lassie\nI love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie, \nIf you saw her you would fancy her as well: \nI met her in September, popped the question in November, \nSo I'll soon be havin' her a' to ma-sel'. \nHer faither has consented, so I'm feelin' quite contented, \n'Cause I've been and sealed the bargain wi' a kiss. \nI sit and weary weary, when I think aboot ma deary, \nAn' you'll always hear me singing this... \nChorus \nI love a lassie, a bonnie bonnie lassie, \nShe's as pure as a lily in the dell, \nShe's sweet as the heather, the bonnie bloomin' heather, \nMary, my Scots bluebell. \n\nI love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie, \nShe can warble like like a blackbird in the dell. \nShe's an angel ev'ry Sunday, but a jolly lass on Monday: \nShe's as modest as her namesake the bluebell. \nShe's nice, she's neat, she's tidy and I meet her ev'ry Friday: \nThat's a special nicht, you bet, I never miss. \nI'm enchanted, I'm enraptured, since ma heart the darlin'captur'd, \nShe's intoxicated me with bliss... \n\nChorus \n\nI love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie, \nI could sit an' let her tease me for a week: \nFor the way she keeps behavin' well, I never pay for shavin', \n'Cause she rubs ma whiskers clean off with her cheek. \nAnd underneath ma bonnet, where the hair was, there's none on it, \nFor the way she pats ma head has made me bald. \nI know she means no harm, for she'll keep me nice and warm, \nOn the frosty nichts sae very cauld... \n\nChorus \n\nRoamin in the Gloamin is a different song