Crazy Jane (2)/Down the Burn Davie

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DOWN THE BURN DAVIE.

When trees did bud and fields were green,
⁠broom bloom'd fair to see;
When Mary was complete fifteen,
⁠love laugh'd in her ee .

Blythe Davie's blinks her heart did move,
⁠to speak her mind thus free,
Gang down the burn Davie, love,
⁠and I shall follow thee.

Now Davie did each lad surpass,
⁠that dwelt on this burn-side,
And Mary was the bonniest lass,
⁠just fit to be a bride

Her cheeks were rosy, red and white,
⁠her een were bonny blue,
Her looks were like Auroia bright,
⁠her lips like drooping dew.

As down the burn they took their way,
⁠what tender tales they said!
His cheeks to hers he aft did lay,
⁠and with her bosom play'd.

Till baith at last 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 walk sae sweet

And that they aften should return,
⁠such pleasures to renew,
Quoth Mary, Love, I like the burn,
⁠and ay shall follow you.