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 Now Davie did each lad surpass,

that dwelt on this burn-side,

And Mary was the bonniest lass,

just fit to be a bride;

Her cheeks were rosy, red end white,

her een were bonny b ue;

Her looks were like Aurora bright,

her lips like dropping dew.

As down the burn they took their way,

what t nder tales they said!

His cheek to hers he alt did lay,

and with her bosom play’d;

Till baith at last impatient grown

to be mair fully blest,

In yonder vale they lean’d them down,

love only saw the rest.

What pass’d, I guess, was harmless play,

and naething sure unmeet;

For ganging hame I heard them say,

they lik’d a wa’k sae sweet;

And that they aften should return,

such pleasures to renew,

Quoth Mary, Love, I like the burn,

and ay shall follow you.

 

WITH ti here green from childhood's dock

buoy'd up by youthful notions,