POETRY. 
O TELL ME HOW FOR TO WOO- 
A Scots song never before publifbed. 
For the Bee. 
“Overt me my bonny young lafsie, 
«* © tell me how for to woo! 
*< O tell me bonny sweet'lafsie, 
*< O tell me how for to woo! 
*€ Say mag I ronse your cheeks like the morning, 
*< Lips like the roses frefh moisten’d wi’ dew! , 
*¢ Say man I roose your een’s pawky scornings 
<* O teil me how for to woo. 
“< Far hae I wander’d to see thee, dear lafsie! 
© Far hae I ventur’d acrofs the sa’t sea 3. 
«¢ Far hae I travell’d o’er muirland and mountain, 
‘* Houselefs and weary lay cauld on the lea! 
*< Ne’er hae I tried yet to mak love to ony, 
“¢ For ne’er loe’d I ony till ance I loe’d you; 
« Now we’re our lane in the greenwood sae bonny, 
“¢ O tell me how for to woo!” 
* What care I for your wand’ring, young laddie, 
€ What care] for your crofsing the sea? P 
¢ It was nae for naething ye left poor young Peggy,— 
« It was for my TOCHER ye came to court me. 
“Say, hae ye gawd to bufk me ay gawdy, 
© Ribbans, and pearlins, and breastknots enew ? 
* A house that is canty, wi’ wa/th in’t, my laddie? 
* Without this ye never need try for to woo.” 
4 *¢ ] hee na gowd to bufk ye ay gawdy, 
*< T canna’ buy ribbans and pearlins enew3 
«¢ Pveé naething to brag o” a house or o” plenty, 
S€T’ve little to gi? but a heart that is true. 
‘Bs T came na for tocher,—Wne’er heard 0” ony, 
*€ I never loe'd Peggy,—nor e’er brak my vow; 
€© T’ve wander’d, poor tool! for a face fause as bonny 5 
‘¢ T little thought this was the way for-to woo!” 
« Hae na ye roos’d my cheeks like the morning ? 
‘ Hae na ye 100s’d my cherry red mou? 
“Hae na ye come o’er sea, muir, and mountain ? 
§ What mair Johnny need ye to woo? 
© Far hae ye wander’d, I ken, my dear laddie! 
€ Now ye hae found me, ye’ve nae cause to rue; 
©Wr health we'll hae plenty,—I°ll never gang gawdy 5 
ST never wifh’d for mair than a heart that is true, 
