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 ROBERT CUNNINGHAME-GRAHAM

I'll wear thy colours in my cap,

Thy picture in my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to hit. 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 thysel',

That voice that nane can match.

Then tell me how to woo thee, Love

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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