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Now Davie did each lad surpass
That dwelt on this burn side:
And Mary was the bonniest lass,
Just meet to be a bride.
Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.
Her cheeks were rosy red and white,
Her een were bonny blue,
Her looks were like Aurora bright.
Her lips like dropping dew.
Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.
What pass'd, I guess, was harmless play,
And nothing, sure, unmeet!
For ganging hame, I heard them say,
They lik'd a walk so sweet.
Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.
His cheeks to her's he fondly laid;
She cried, Sweet love be true,
And when a wife, as now a maid,
To death I'll follow you
Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.
As fate had dealt to him a routh,
Straight to the kirk he led her;
There plighted her his faith and truth,
And a bonny bride he made her.
