C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Robert Graham of Gartmore (1735–1797)

IF doughty deeds my lady please,

Right soon I’ll mount my steed;

And strong his arm, and fast his seat,

That bears frae me the meed.

I’ll wear thy colors in my cap,

Thy picture at my heart;

And he that bends not to thine eye

Shall rue it to his smart!

Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;

Oh, tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake, nae care I’ll take

Though 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 thysell,—

That voice that nane can match.

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,—

Oh, tell me how to woo!

Tell me how to woo thee, Love;

Oh, tell me how to woo thee!

For thy dear sake, nae care I’ll take

Though ne’er another trow me.