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BESS the Gawkie.
BLYTHE young Bess to Jean did say,
Will ye gang to yon sunny brae,
Where flocks do feed, and herds do stray,
And sport a while wi' Jamie?
Ah, na, I'll no gang there,
Not about Jamie tak a care,
Nor about Jamie tak a care,
For he's taen up wi' Maggie.
For hark, and I will tell you, lass,
Did I not hear young Jamie pass,
Wi' muckle blytheness in his face,
Out owre the muir to Maggie:
I wa' he gae her mony a kiss,
And Maggie took them nae amiss;
'Tween ilka smack pleased her wi' this,
"That Bess was but a gawkie."
"For when a civil kiss I seek,
"She turns her head & thraws her cheek,
"And for an hour she'll hardly speak:
Wha'd no ca' her a gawkie?
"Be sure my Maggie has mair sense,
"She'll give a score with an offence;
"Now gie me ane into the mense,
"and ye shall be my dawtie."
