O gin I Were a Baron's Heir

O gin I were a Baron's heir,
And could I braid wi' gems your hair,
And mak' ye braw as ye are fair,
Lassie, wid ye lo'e me?
And could I tak' ye tae the toun,
And show ye braw sichts, mony a ane,
And busk ye fine in silken goon,
Lassie, wid ye lo'e me?

Or should ye be content tae prove,
In lowly life unfading love
A heart that nocht on earth could move,
Lassie wid ye lo'e me?
And ere the laverock wing the sky,
Say wad ye tae the forest hie,
And work wi' me sae merrily,
Lassie, wid ye lo'e me?

An' when the braw moon glistens owre
Oor wee bit bield an' heathery mair,
Will ye no' greet that we're sae puir,
Lassie, for I lo'e ye.
For I hae nocht tae offer ye,
Nae gowd frae mine, nae pearl frae sea,
Nor am I come o' high degree,
Lassie, but I lo'e ye.

Robert Burns

Translation Of Certain Words, For The Sassenachs...:rotflmao:

gin - if
braw - bonnie
lassie - girl
lo'e - love
toun - town
busk - dress up
goon - gown
laverock - lark
bield - shelter
gowd - gold
mair - moor