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 Ah na, laſs, l'll no gang there,

Nor about Jamie tak nae care,

Nor about Jamie tak nae care,

For be's ta'en up with Maggy.

For hark and I will tell you laſs,

Did I not ſee young Jamie paſs,

Wi' meikle blythneſ in his face,

Out o'er the moor to Maggy.

I wat he gave her mony a kiſs,

And Maggy took it ne'er amiſs,

Tween ilka ſmack pleas'd her wi' this,

That Beſs was but a gawkie.

For when e'er a ſingle kiſs I ſeek,

She returns her head and thraws her cheek,

And for an hour ſhe'll ſcarcely ſpeak,

Who'd not call her a gawkie?

But ſure my Maggy has more ſenſe,

She'll get a ſcore without offence,

Now gie me ane into the menſe,

And ye ſhall be my dawtie.

O Jamie ye hae mony ta’en

But I will ne'er ſtand up for ane,

Or twa, till we do meet again,

Sae ne'er think me a gawkie.

Ah na laſs, that cannot be,

Sick thought as theſe are far frae me,

Or ony thy ſweet face that ſee,

E'er to think thee a gawkie.