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BESS THE GAWKIE.
Bly the young Bess to Jean did say, Will ye gang to yon
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while wi' Jam - ie. Na, na, dear lass, we'll no gang there, Nor
yet o' Jam - ie hae a care, We'll tak' a walk
ith - er where, For he's taen up wi' Mag - gie.
For hark, and I will tell you, lass,
Did I not see your Jamie pass,
Wi' muckle blytheness in his face,
Gaun owre the muir to Maggie.
I wat he gae her mony a kiss,
And Maggie took them no amiss ;
'Tween ilka smack pleased her wi' this,
That Bess was but a gawkie.
O Jamie, ye hae mony taen,
But I will never stand for ane
Or twa, when we do meet again,
Sae ne'er think me a gawkie.
Ah, na, na, lass, that canna be,
Sic thochts as these are far frae me,
Or ony thy sweet face that see,
Ere to think thee a gawkie.
For when a civil kiss I seek, [cheek, But whisht, nae mair o' this we'll speak,
She turns her head, and thraws her For yonder Jamie does us meet,
And for an hour she'll scarcely speak,
Wha'd not ca' her a gawkie?
But sure my Maggie has mair sense,
She'd gie a score without offence,
Sae gie me ane into the mends,
And ye sail be my dawtie.
Instead of Meg he kiss'd sae sweet,
I trow he likes the gawkie.
dear, young Bessie, is this you?
1 scarcely kenn'd your gown sae new,
I think you've got it wat wi' dew,
Says Bess, "That's like a gawkie.