The Bonniest Lass |
Robert Burns, from the Merry Muses of Caledonia, 1827 edition
The bonniest lass that ye meet neist, Gie her a kiss an' a' that, In spite o' ilka parish priest, Repentin' stool, an' a' that. For a' that an' a' that, Their mim-mou-d sangs an' a' that, In time and place convenient, They'll do't themselves for a' that.
2. Your patriarchs in days o' yore,
3. King David, when he waxed auld, | 4. Wha wadna pity thae sweet dames He fumbled at, an' a' that, An' raised their bluid up tae the flames He couldna drown, for a' that. For a' that an' a' that, He wanted pith, an' a' that; For, as to what we shall not name, What could he do but claw that.
5. King Solomon, prince o' divines,
6. Then still I swear, a clever chiel |