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 My bonny Maggy's love can turn

me to what shape she pleases,

If in her breast that flame shall burn,

which in my bosom blazes





S I came in by Tiviot-side

and by the braes of Branksome,

There first I saw my bonny bride

young smiling, sweet and handsome;

Her skin was faster than the down,

and white as alabaster;

Her hair a shining wavy brown;

in straightness nane surpast her.

Love glow'd upon her lip and cheek,

her clear een were surprising,

And beautifully turn'd her neck,

her little breasts just rising:

Nae silken hose, with gushets fine,

or shoon with glancing laces

On her fair leg, forbad to shine,

well shapen native graces.

Ae little coat, and bodice white,

was sum of a' her claithing;

Even thae's o'er meikle;—mair delyte

she’d giveugiven [sic] cled wi' naithing:

She lean'd upon a flowery brae,

by which a burny trotted;

On her I glowr'd my soul away,

while on her sweets I doated.