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| WHEN trees did bud, and fields were green, | |
| And broom bloomed fair to see, | |
| When Mary was complete fifteen, | |
| And love laughed in her e’e, | |
| Blyth Davie’s blinks her heart did move | 5 |
| To speak her mind thus free, | |
| ‘Gang doun the burn, Davie love, | |
| And I shall follow thee.’ | |
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| Now Davie did each lad surpass | |
| That dwelt on this burnside. | 10 |
| And Mary was the bonniest lass, | |
| Just meet to be a bride. | |
| Her cheeks were rosy, red and white, | |
| Her e’en were bonnie blue, | |
| Her looks were like Aurora bright, | 15 |
| 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 played. | 20 |
| Till baith at length impatient grown | |
| To be mair fully blest, | |
| In yonder vale they leaned them down— | |
| Love only saw the rest. | |
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| What passed, I guess was harmless play, | 25 |
| And naething, sure, unmeet, | |
| For ganging hame I heard him say | |
| They liked a walk sae sweet, | |
| And that they often should return | |
| Sic pleasures to renew. | 30 |
| Quoth Mary, ‘Love, I like the burn, | |
| And aye shall follow you.’ | |
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