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Blythe young Bees to Jean did say,

Will ye gang to yon sunny brae,

Where flocks to feed aaherds do stray,

And sport a while wi‘ Jamie.

Ah, na ! lass, I‘ll no gang there,

Nor about Jamie tak a care,

Nor about Japie tak a care,

For he’s ta'en up Maggie.

For hark, and I will tell you, lass,

Did I not see young Jamie pass,

Wi’ meikle blytheness in his face,

Out oʻer the muir to Maggie:

I wat he gue her mony a kiss,

And Maggie took there nae amiss;

Tween ilka smack pleas‘d her wi‘ this-

That Bess was but a gawkie.

For when a civil kiss I seek,

She turns her heart, and thraws her cheek,

And for an hour she hardly speak;

Wha‘d no ca‘ her a gawkie?

But sure my Maggie has mair sense,

She'll gie a score without offence;

Now gie me ane into the mense,

And ye shall be my dawtie.

O Jamie, ye hae mony taen,

But I will never stand for ane,