Wha is that at my bower door?
Wha is that at my bower-door?
O wha is it but Findlay;
Then gae your gate, ye’se nae be here!
Indeed maun I, quo’ Findlay.
What mak ye, sae like a thief?
O come and see, quo’ Findlay;
Before the morn ye’ll work mischief;
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.
Gif I rise and let you in,
Let me in, quo’ Findlay;
Ye’ll keep me waukin wi’ your din;
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.
In my bower if ye should stay,
Let me stay, quo’ Findlay;
I fear ye’ll bide till break o’ day;
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.
Here this night if ye remain,
I’ll remain, quo’ Findlay;
I dread ye’ll learn the gate again;
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.
What may pass within this bower,
Let it pass, quo’ Findlay;
Ye maun conceal till your last hour;
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.
