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( 8 ) O dear Bess! I hardly knew,

When I came, your gown’s sae new;

I think y u’ve got it wet with dew:

Quoth Bess, that’s like a gawkie.

I's wet with dew, and ’twill get rain,

And 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 Jamie’s cheek,

He cry’d, O cruel maid, but sweet,

If I should gang another gate,

I ne’er could meet my dawtie.

The lasses fast frae him they flew,

And left poor Jamie sair to rue,

That ever Maggie’s face he knew,

Or yet ca’d Bess a gawkie.

As they went o'er the muir they sang,

The hills and dales with echoes rang,

The hills and dales with echoes rang,

Gang o’er the muir to Maggie.



Falkirk, Printed by T. Johnston.

