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young Jean to Bess did say,

Will ye gang to you sunny brae,

Where flocks do feed and herds do stray,

And sport a while wi' Jamie.

Ah na, lass. I'll no gang there,

Nor about Jamie tak nae care,

Nor about Jamie tak nae care,

For he's ta’en up wi'Maggie.

For hark, and I will tell you lass,

Did I not see young Jamie pass,

Wi' muckle blythness in his face,

Out o’er the muir wi’ Maggie.

I wat he gae her mony a kiss,

And Maggie took them ne’er amiss,

'Tween ilka smack pleas’d her wi' this,

Ihat Bess was but a Gawkie.

For whene’er a civil kiss I seek,

She turns her head and thraws her cheek,

And for an hour she’ll scarcely speak,

Who'd not ca’ her a Gawkie?

But sure my Maggie has mak sense,

she’ll gie a score without offence

Now gie me ane unto the mense,

And ye shall be my Dawtie.