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3 For ganging hame, I heard them say,

They lik'd a walk so sweet.

Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.

His cheeks to her's he fondly laid;

She cried, Sweet love be true;

And when a wife, as now a maid,

To death I'll follow you.

Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.

As fate had dealt to him a routh,

Straight to the kirk he led her;

There plighted her his faith and truth,

And a bonny bride he made her.

Nonnore asbam'dasham'd [sic] to own her love,

Or speak her mind thus free;

Gang down the burn, Davie, love,

And I will follow thee.  

THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.

There is not, in this wide world, a valley so sweet

As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;

Ah! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,