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 O Jamie, ye hae mony ,

But I will never stand for ane.

Or twa when we do meet again,

"So never think me a gawkie."

Ah, na lass, that canna be;

Sic thoughts as these are far frae me,

Or ony thy sweet face that see,

"E'er to think thee a gawkie."

, whisht! nae mair o' this we'll speak,

yonder Jamie does us meet;

o' Meg he kiss'd sae sweet,

I trow, he likes the gawkie.

dear Bess, I hardly knew,

When I came by your gown sae new;

I think ye've got it wet wi' dew."

Quoth she, "That's like a gawkie.

It's wet wi' dew: and 'twill get rain,

And get gowns when it is gane;

Sae ye may gang the gate ye came,

"And tell it to your dawtie."

guilt appear'd in Jamie's cheek;

cry'd, "O cruel maid, but sweet,

If I shoul gang neither gate,

"I ne'er could meet my dawtie."

lasses fast frae him they flew,

left poor Jamie sair to rue

ever Maggie s face he knew,

Or yet ca'd Bess a gawkie.