The Merry Muses of Caledonia/O Saw ye my Maggy?

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The Merry Muses of Caledonia by Robert Burns
O Saw ye my Maggy?

O SAW YE MY MAGGY?

Tune"Saw ye my Maggy."

An old song.

O saw ye my Maggy,
O saw ye my Maggy,
O saw ye my Maggy,
 Coming o'er the lea?

What mark has your Maggy,
What mark has your Maggy,
What mark has your Maggy,
 That ane may ken her by?

My Maggy has a mark,
You'll find it in the dark,
It's in below her sark,
 A little aboon her knee.

What wealth has your Maggy
What wealth has your Maggy,
What wealth has your Maggy,
 In tocher, gowd, or fee?

My Maggy has a treasure,
A hidden mine o' pleasure,
I'll dig it at my leisure,
 It's a' alane for me.

How meet ye your Maggy,
How meet ye your Maggy,
How meet ye your Maggy,
 When nane's to hear or see?
 
E'en that tell our wishes,
Eager glowing kisses,
Then, diviner blisses,
 In holy ecstacy.


How lo'e ye your Maggy,
How lo'e ye your Maggy,
How lo'e ye your Maggy,
 And lo'e nane but she?

Heavenly joys before me,
Rapture trembling o'er me,
Maggy, I adore thee,
 On my bended knee.