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 Now Davie did each lad surpass That dwelt on this burn side: And Mary was the bonniest lass, Just meet to be a bride. Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.

Her cheeks were rosy red and white, Her een were bonny blue, Her looks were like Aurora bright. Her lips like dropping dew. Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.

What pass'd, I guess, was harmless play, And nothing, sure, unmeet! For ganging hame, I heard them say, They lik'd a walk so sweet. Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.

His cheeks to her's he fondly laid; She cried, Sweet love be true, And when a wife, as now a maid, To death I'll follow you Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.

As fate had dealt to him a routh, Straight to the kirk he led her; There plighted her his faith and truth, And a bonny bride he made her.