o steer her up an' haud her gaun
  o steer her up, an' haud her gaun,
  her mither's at the mill, jo;
  an' gin she winna tak a man,
  e'en let her tak her will, jo.
  first shore her wi' a gentle kiss,
  and ca' anither gill, jo;
  an' gin she tak the thing amiss,
  e'en let her flyte her fill, jo.
  o steer her up, an' be na blate,
  an' gin she tak it ill, jo,
  then leave the lassie till her fate,
  and time nae langer spill, jo:
  ne'er break your heart for ae rebute,
  but think upon it still, jo:
  that gin the lassie winna do't,
  ye'll find anither will, jo.