DOWN THE BURN DAVIE.
When trees did bud and fields were green,
And broom bloom'd bur to see;
When Mary was complete fifteen,
And love laugh'd in here ee;
Blythe Davy's blinks her heart did move
To speak her mind thus free,
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
And I will follow thee.
Now Davie did each lad surpass
That dwelt on this burn side;
And Mary was the bonniest lass,
Just meet to be a bride.
Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.
Her cheeks were rosy red and white,
Her een were bonny blue,
Her looks were like Aurora bright,
Her lips like dropping dew.
Blythe Davie's biinks, &c.
What pass'd, I guess, was harmless play,
And nothing, sure, unmeet!
For ganging hame, I heard them say,
They lik'd a walk so sweet.
Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.
His cheeks to her's he fondly laid;
She cried, Sweet love be true;
And when a wife, as now a maid,
To death I'll follow you.
Blythe Davie's blinks, &c.
As fate had dealt to him a routh,
Straight to the kirk he led her;
There plighted her his faith and truth,
And a bonny bride he made her.
Nonnore asbam'd to own her love,
Or speak her mind thus free;
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
And I will follow thee.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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