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Then, like a thought away she flew,
And left me wondering at the view,
To see a mind in love sae true
As bonny Bet Buchlyvie.
For Scotia’s maids, fair without art,
Your wit and beauty takes the heart,
Tho’ uane among you acts the part,
Of bonny Bet Buchlyvie.
CHARLIE HE'S MY DARLING.
'Twas on a Monday morning
Right early in the year,
That Charlie came to our town,
The young Chevalier
And Charlie he's my darling,
My darling, my darling,
Charlie he's my darling,
The young Chevalier
As he was walking up the street,
The city for to view,
O there he spied a bonny lass,
The window looking thro',
An Charlie &c.
Sae light's he jumped up the stair,
And tirled at the pin;
And wha sae ready as hersel',
To let the laddie in
