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O Jamie, ye hae mony ta'en,
But I will never stand for ane.
Or twa when we do meet again,
"So never think me a gawkie."
Ah, na lass, that canna be;
Sic thoughts as these are far frae me,
Or ony thy sweet face that see,
"E'er to think thee a gawkie."

But, whisht! nae mair o' this we'll speak,
For yonder Jamie does us meet;
Instead o' Meg he kiss'd sae sweet,
I trow, he likes the gawkie.
O dear Bess, I hardly knew,
When I came by your gown sae new;
I think ye've got it wet wi' dew."
Quoth she, "That's like a gawkie.

It's wet wi' dew: and 'twill get rain,
And I'll get gowns when it is gane;
Sae ye may gang the gate ye came,
"And tell it to your dawtie."
The guilt appear'd in Jamie's cheek;
He cry'd, "O cruel maid, but sweet,
If I shoul gang neither gate,
"I ne'er could meet my dawtie."

The lasses fast frae him they flew,
And left poor Jamie sair to rue
That ever Maggie s face he knew,

Or yet ca'd Bess a gawkie.