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But sure my Maggie has mair sense,
She'll gi'e a score without offence,
Now give me one unto the mense,
And ye shall be my dawtie.
She'll gi'e a score without offence,
Now give me one unto the mense,
And ye shall be my dawtie.
O Jamie ye ha'e mony ta'en,
But I will ne'er stand up for ane,
Or twa, when we do meet again,
Sae ne'er think me a gawkie.
But I will ne'er stand up for ane,
Or twa, when we do meet again,
Sae ne'er think me a gawkie.
Ah na, lass, that cannot be,
Sick thoughts as these are far frae me,
Or ony thy sweet face that see,
Ere, to think thee a gawkie.
Sick thoughts as these are far frae me,
Or ony thy sweet face that see,
Ere, to think thee a gawkie.
But whisht, nae mair of this we'll speak,
For yonder Jamie does us meet,
Instead of Meg he kiss'd sae sweet,
I trow he likes the gawkie.
For yonder Jamie does us meet,
Instead of Meg he kiss'd sae sweet,
I trow he likes the gawkie.
O dear Bess, I hardly knew,
When I came, your gown's sae new,
I think you've got it wet with dew;
Quoth Bess, that's like a gawkie.
When I came, your gown's sae new,
I think you've got it wet with dew;
Quoth Bess, that's like a gawkie.
It's wet with dew, and 'twill get rain,
And I'll get gowns when this is gane,
Sae ye may gang the gate ye came,
And tell it to your dawtie.
And I'll get gowns when this is gane,
Sae ye may gang the gate ye came,
And tell it to your dawtie.
