A scotch ditty

does 'lass' make a song scottish? don't really know, but here goes...

Dance with me, dalliance –
Comely lass, come haste on your pittering toe.
Like summer on the slippery slip-stream lass,
Does love ever scurry by so.
Sing to me, providence
Sing softly, where heather red and purple grow.
Dance with me, dalliance, loving is fleet
Like summer-blossom he shall go.