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 (5) But ſure my Maggie has mair ſenſe, She'll gi'e a ſcore without offence, Now give me one unto the menſe, And ye ſhall be my dawtie. Jamie.ye ha'e mony ta'en, But I will ne'er ſtand up for ane, Or twa, when we do meet again, Sae ne'er think me a gawkie. Ah na, laſs, that cannot be, Sick thoughts as theſe are far frae me, Or ony thy ſweet face that ſee, Ere, to think thee a gawkie. But whiſht, nae mair of this we'll ſpeak, For yonder Jamie dues us meet, Inſtead of Meg he kiſs'd ſae ſweet, I trow he likes the gawkie. O dear Beſs, I hardly knew, When I came, your gown's ſae new, I think you've got it wet with daw; Qarth Beſs, that's like a gawkie: It's wet with dew, and 'twill get rain, And I'll get gowns when this is gane, Sae ye may gang the gate ye came, And tell it to your dawtie.