The Musical Charmer/Down the Burn Davie
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Down the Burn Davie.
When trees did bud, and fields were green,
and broom bloom’d fair to see,
When Mary was complete fifteen,
and love langh’d in her e’e;
Blyth Davie's blinks her heart did move,
to speak her mind thus free.
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
and I shall follow thee.
and broom bloom’d fair to see,
When Mary was complete fifteen,
and love langh’d in her e’e;
Blyth Davie's blinks her heart did move,
to speak her mind thus free.
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
and I shall follow thee.
Blythe Davie’s blinks, &c.
Now Davie did each lad surpass,
that dwelt on the burn-side,
And Mary was the bonniest lass,
just meet to be a bride:
Her cheeks were rosy red and white,
her een were bonny blu:
Her looks were like Aurora bright,
her lips like dropping dew.
that dwelt on the burn-side,
And Mary was the bonniest lass,
just meet to be a bride:
Her cheeks were rosy red and white,
her een were bonny blu:
Her looks were like Aurora bright,
her lips like dropping dew.
Her cheeks, &c.
As down the burn they took their way,
what tender tales they said
His cheek to her’s he ast did lay,
and on his flute he play’d:
They walk'd and talk’d till weary grown,
no pair wae e’er more blest:
In yonder vale they lean’d them down,
and loving tales rehearst.
what tender tales they said
His cheek to her’s he ast did lay,
and on his flute he play’d:
They walk'd and talk’d till weary grown,
no pair wae e’er more blest:
In yonder vale they lean’d them down,
and loving tales rehearst.
They walk’d, &c.
Thus chearfully these lovers lay,
there nothing was unmeet:
And, ganging hame, I heard them say,
they lik’d a walk sae sweet;
And that they often would return,
such pleasure to renew:
Quoth Mary, love, I like the burn,
and ay shall follow you.
And that they often, &c.
there nothing was unmeet:
And, ganging hame, I heard them say,
they lik’d a walk sae sweet;
And that they often would return,
such pleasure to renew:
Quoth Mary, love, I like the burn,
and ay shall follow you.
And that they often, &c.