Anonymous

IT ’S I will kiss your bonny cheek,

And I will kiss your chin;

And I will kiss your clay cald lip:

But I’ll never kiss woman again.

And that I was in love outdone,

Sail n’er be said o’ me;

For as ye’ve died for me, Annie,

Sae will I do for thee!

The day ye deal at Annie’s burial,

The bread out and the wine;

Before the morn at twall o’clock,

They’ll deal the same at mine.

The tane was buried in Mary’s kirk,

The tither in Mary’s quire;

And out o’ the tane there grew a birk,

And out o’ the tither a brier.

And ay they grew, and ay they drew,

Until they twa did meet;

And every one that past them by,

Said, ‘Thae ’s twa lovers sweet.’