Oh Whistle, And I 'll Come To Ye, My Lad.
Oh whistle, and I 'll come to ye, my lad.
-- Robert Burns (1759-1796)
-- Whistle, and I 'll come to ye
If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent i
A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it....
Whistle, and she 'll come to you. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- Wit Without Money, Act iv, Sc. 4
If naebody care for me, I 'll care for naebody.
-- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- I hae a Wife o' my Ai...
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care?...
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, I 'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
-- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Flow gently, sweet Afto...
And when with envy Time, transported, Shall think to rob us of our joys, You 'll in your girls again be courted, And I 'll go wooing in my boys.
-- Thomas Percy (1728-1811) -- Winifreda (1720)...
As clear as a whistle. -- John Byrom (1691-1763) -- Epistle to Lloyd, I
I think he's a couple of ticks past the noon whistle.