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WHEN trees did bud, and fields were green,
And broom bloom’d fair to see;
When Mary was compleat fifteen,
And love laugh’d in her eye;
Blyth Davy’s blinks her heart did move
To speak her mind thus free,
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
And I shall follow thee.
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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 bonny blue;
Her looks were like Aurora bright,
Her lips like dropping dew.
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As down the burn they took their way,
What tender tales they said!
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And with her bosom play’d;
Till baith at length impatient grown,
To be mair fully blest,
In yonder vale they lean’d them down;
Love only saw the rest.
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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 shou’d return
Sic pleasure to renew.
Quoth Mary, love, I like the burn,
And ay shall follow you.
– New Words by Different Hands.
