O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay, br Nor quit for me the trembling spray, br A hapless lover courts thy lay, br Thy soothing fond complaining. br br Again, again that tender part, br That I may catch thy melting art, br For surely that wad touch her heart, br Wha kills me wi' disdaining. br br Say, was thy little mate unkind, br And heard thee as the careless wind? br Oh, nocht but lobve and sorrow join'd, br Sic notes o' woe could wauken.