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OF CHOICE SONGS* 257
His teeth with fnow drops may compare, his breath with
new mown hay ;
He's bonnielt where the bonny come, and baith can fing
and fay,
Gang down the burn, my Meg, he cry'd,
Gang; down the burn wi' me.
I ken'd what he'd be at, and fuid, I winna gang wi' thee.
- If to the wim,^ling bumie I, '.th morn to wafh my
claiths.
The bonny lad his winfome flute tunes o'er the neigh-
bouring braes ;
At e'en, as hame I do return frae milking mither's ky,
He'll lack my leglen o'er the bent, and lilt fue blith»
fomely,
Gang down the burn, my Meg, he cry'd.
Gang down the burn wi' me.
I ken'd what he'd be at, and Tald, I winna gang wi' theee
If ewes fhou'd ftray, he'll hund his dog, and fetch
them frae the gien ;
He'll tent the weathers to the trowe, and bring my
lambkins ben ;
He'll buy me ribbon knots fo fine, and prin them to my
bread ;
He'll kifs fae fweet, and fighing vow I'm bonnier thaa
the reft
Gang down the burn, my Meg, he cry'd,
Gang down the burn wi' me.
Hout lad, gang firft before the prieft^ and then I'fe gang
wi' thee.
SONG CCLXXXVI.
Totterdown Hill.
AT Totterdown hill there dwelt an old pair,
And it may be they dwell there ftill ;
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