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DOWN THE BURN DAVIE.

When trees did bud and fields were green,

And broom bloom'd bur to see;

When Mary was complete fifteen,

And love laugh'd in here ee; Blythe Davy's blinks her heart did move

To speak her mind thus free,

Gang down the burn, Davie, love,

And I will follow thee.

Now Davie did each lad surpass

That dwelt on this burn side;

And Mary was the bonniest lass,

Just meet to be a bride.

Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.

Her cheeks were rosy red and white,

Her een were bonny blue,

Her looks were like Aurora bright,

Her lips like dropping dew.

Blythe Davie's biinks, &c.

What pass'd, I guess, was harmless play,

And nothing, sure, unmeet!