O LAY thy loof in mine, lass

O LAY thy loof in mine, lass,
In mine, lass, in mine, lass,
And swear in thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.

A slave to Love’s unbounded sway,
He aft has wrought me meikle wae;
But now he is my deadly fae,
Unless thou be my ain.

There’s mony a lass has broke my rest,
That for a blink I hae lo’ed best;
But thou art Queen within my breast.
For ever to remain.