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 7 Now Davie did each lad surpass That dwelt on this burnside ; And Mary was the bonniest lass, Just meet to be a bride ; Her cheeks were rosie-red and white, Her een were bonnie blue ; Her looks were like the morning bright, Her lips like dropping dew. As down the burn they took their way, And through the flow'ry dale, His cheek to hers he aft did lay, And love was aye the tale, With Mary, when shall we return, Sic pleasure to renew? Quoth Mary, Love, I like the burn, And aye will follow you.

GAE BRING TO ME A PINT O'WINE. Gae bring to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier o'Lieth, Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick Law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly. The glittering spears are ranked ready; The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes deep and bloody! It's no the roar o sea or shore Wad mak’ me langer wish to tarry, Nor shouts o war that's heard afar, It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary,