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" Ye've drapp'd, ye've diapp'd your broach o' gowd,
Thou lord's dauchter sae gay I"
The tears o'erbrimmed her bonnie blue ee,
" O come, O come away !"
'' O maid, undo the siller bar ;
To my chamber let me win :
And tak this kiss, thou peasant youth ;
I daurna let thee in.
And tak," quoth she, " this kame o' gowd,
Wi' my lock o' yellow hair ;
For meikle my heart forebodes to me,
I never maun meet thee mair."
BONNIE LADY ANN.
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.
There's kames o' hinnie 'tween my luve's lips,
And gowd amang her hair :
Her breists are lapt in a holy veil ;
Nae mortal een keek there.
What lips daur kiss, or what hand daur touch.
Or what arm o' luve daur span,
The hinnie lips, the creamy lufe,
Or the waist o' Lady Ann ?
She kisses the lips o' her bonnie red rose,
Wat wi' the blobs o' dew;
But nae gentle lip, nor semple lip.
Maun touch her ladie mou.
But a broidered belt, wi' a buckle o' gowd,
Her jimpy waist maun span :
Oh, she's an armfu' fit for heeven- —
My bonnie Lady Ann.

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