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( 8 ) When Phœbus staits from Thetis lap,


 * the hills with rays adorning.

White is her neck, fast is her hand,


 * her waist and feet's su' genty;

With ilka grace she can command


 * her lips-O wow! they're dainty.

And Mary's locks they're like a craw,


 * her eyes like diamonds glances!

She's ay so clean redd up, and bra',


 * she kills whene'er she, dances.

Blyth was a kid, with wit at will,


 * she blooming, tight, and tall is;

And guides her airs sae gracefu still,


 * O Jove, she's like thy Pallas.

Dear Bessy Bell, and Mary Gray,


 * ye unco fair oppress us;

Our fancies jee between you twa,


 * ye are sic bonny lasses.

Wae's me! for baith I canno' get;


 * to ane by law we're stinted;

Then I'll draw cuts and tak my fate,


 * and be with ane contented.