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As down the burn they took their way^.
What tender tales they said !
His cheek to her's he aft did lay.
And with her bosom play'd ;
Till baith at length impatient grown.
To be mair fully blest.
In yonder vale they lean'd them down ;
Love only saw the rest.
What pass'd, I guess was harmless play.
And naething sure unmeet ;
For ganging hame, I heard them say.
They lik'd a wawk sae sweet ;
And that they aften should return
Sic pleasure to reneM^
Quoth Mary, Love, I like the burn_>
And ay shall fallow you.
THE LASS O' GOWRIE.
U PON a simmer afternoon,
A wee before the sun gade down.
My lassie, in a braw new gown.
Cam o'er the hills to Gowrie.
The rose-bud, ting'd with morning show'r.
Blooms fresh within the sunny bow'r ;
But Katie was the fairest flower
That ever bloom'd in Gowrie.
Nae thought had I to do her wrang.
But round her waist my arms I flang.
And said. My dearie, will ye gang,
To see the Carse o' Gowrie J
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