Willie was a wanton wag (1823)/When trees did bud

DOWN THE BURN DAVIE.

When trees did bud and fields were green,
And broom bloom'd fair to see;
When Mary was complete fifteen,
And love laughed in her ee;
Blythe Davy's blinks her heart did move
To speak her mind thus free,
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
And I will follow thee.

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.

No more asham'd to own her love,
Or speak her mind thus free;
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
And I will follow thee.