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 But whilſt nae mair of this we'll ſpeak,

For yonder Jamie does us meet,

Inſtead of Meg he kiſs'd ſo ſweet,

I trew he likes the gawkie.

O dear Beſs I hardly knew,

When I came by your gown ſae new,

I think you've got it wet with dew,

Quoth Beſs that's like a gawkie.

It's wet with dew and will get rain,

An' i'll get gowns when this is gane,

Sae ye may gang the gate ye came,

And tell it to your dawtie.

The guilt appear’d in Jamies cheek,

He cry'd O cruel maid, but ſweet,

If I ſhould gang another gate,

I ne'er could meet my dawtie.

The laſſes frae him they all flew,

And left poor Jamie fair to rue,

That ever Maggy's face he knew,

Or yet ca'd Beſs a gawkie.

As they went o'er they ſang,

The hills and dales with echo rang,

Gang o'er the muir to Maggy.