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365
How rosie are thy parting lips,
How lilie-white thy skin I
And, weel I wat, thae kissing een
Wad tempt a saint to sin !"
" Tak afF thae bars and bobs o' gowd
Wi' thy gared doublet fine ;
And thraw me afF thy green mantle,
Leafed wi' the siller twine.
And a' in courtesie, fair knicht,
A maiden's mind to win :
The gowd lacing o' thy green weeds
Wad harm her lilie skin."
Syne cuist he aff his green mantle,
Hemmed wi* the red gowd roun' ;
His costly doublet cuist he aiF,
Wi' red gowd flowered doun.
'* Now ye maun kame my yellow hair,
Doun wi' my pearlie kame ;
Then rowe me in thy green mantle,
And tak me maiden hame.
But, first, come tak me 'neath the chin
And, syne, come kiss my cheek ;
And spread my hanks o' watery hair,
r the new-moon beam to dreep."
Sae first he kissed her dimpled chin,
Syne kissed her rosie cheek ;
And lang he wooed her willing lips.
Like heatlier-hinnie sweet !
" O if ye'll come to bonnie Cowehill,
'Mang primrose banks to woo,
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