Bessy Bell and Mary Gray (1816-1820)/Bessy Bell and Mary Gray
BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY.
O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
They were twa bonny lasses;
They bigg'd a house on yon burn brae,
And theek'd it o'er wi' rashes.
Fair Bessy Bell I lo'ed yestreen,
And thought I ne'er could alter;
But Mary Gray's twa pawky een,
They gar my fancy falter.
Now Bessy's hair's like a lint-tap;
She smiles like a May morning.
When Phoebus starts frae Thetis' lap,
The hills with rays adorning;
White is her neck, saft is her hand,
Her waist and feet's fu' genty;
With ilka grace she can command;
Her lips, O wow! they're dainty.
And Mary's locks are like a craw,
Her een like diamonds glauces;
She's ay sae clean, redd up, and braw,
She kills whene'er she dances;
Blythe as a kid, with wit at will,
She blooming, tight, and tall is,
And guides her airs sae gracefu' still,
O Jove, she's like thy Pallas.
Dear Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
Ye unco sair oppress us;
Our fancies jee between you twae,
Ye are sic bonnie lasses.
Waes me! for baith I canna get,
To ane by law we're stented;
Then I'll draw cuts, and tak my fate.
And be with ane contented.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.