Published London, 1815. Horsley was an enthusiastic early-adopter of the metronome: tempo markings are his own.

Lyrics: Robert Cunninghame Graham

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 colours in my cap,
Thy picture next my heart;
And he that bends not to thine eye
Shall rue it to his smart.
Then tell me how to woo thee love,
Then tell me how to woo thee;
For thy dear sake no care I'll take,
Although another trow me.

If gay attire thy fancy please,
I'll deck thee in array;
I'll tend thy chamber door all night
And squire thee all the day.
If sweetest sounds can win thy ear,
Those sounds I'll strive to catch;
That voice I'll steal to woo thyself,
That voice that none can match.
Then tell me how to woo thee love,
Then tell me how to woo thee;
For thy dear sake no care I'll take,
Although another trow me.

But if fond love thy heart can gain,
I never broke a vow;
No maiden lays her skaith to me,
I never lov'd 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.
Then tell me how to woo thee love,
Then tell me how to woo thee;
For thy dear sake no care I'll take,
Although another trow me.