New song of old sayings/Saw Ye My Wee Thing

SAW YE MY WEE THING.

O Saw ye my wee thing, ſaw ye my ain thing,
Saw ye my true love down on yon lee?'
Croſs'd the the meadow yeſtereen, at the glooming,
⁠Sought the the burnie where flow'rs the haw-tree?

"Her hair is lint-white! her ſkin is milk white!
⁠"Dark is the blue o' her faſt rolling e'e!
"Red red her ripe lips, and ſweeter than roſes,
⁠"Whar cou'd my wee thing wander frae me?"

'I ſaw na your wee thing, I ſaw na your ain thing,
⁠'Nor ſaw I your true love down on yon lee;
'But I met my bonny thing late in the glooming,
⁠'Down by the burnie whar flow'rs the haw-tree.

'Her hair is lint-white, her ſkin it is milk white,
⁠'Dark was the blue o' her faſt rolling e'e !
'Red war her ripe lips, and ſweeter than roſes,
⁠'Sweet war the kiſſes that ſhe gae to me!'

"It was na my wee thing, it was na my ain thing!
⁠"It was na my true love ye met by the tree !
"Proud is her leel heart, modell her nature,
⁠"She never loo'd ony till ance ſhe loo'd me.

"Her name it is Mary, ſhe's frae Caſtle Cary,
⁠"Aft has the fat when a bairn on my 'nee!
"Fair as your face is, war't fifty times fairer,
⁠"Young bragger! ſhe ne'er wad gie kiſſes to thee!"

'It was then your Mary, ſhe's frae Caſtle Cary,
⁠'It was then your true love I met by the tree!
'Proud as her heart is, and modeſt her nature,
⁠'Sweet war the kiſſes that ſhe gae to me!'

Sair gloom'd his dark brow, blood-red his cheeks grew,
⁠Wild flaſh'd the fire from his red rolling e'e;
"Ye's rue fair this morning, your boats & your ſcorning,
⁠"Defend ye fauſe traitor, fu’ loudly ye lie!"

'Awa' wi' beguiling, cried the yoUth ſmiling;'
⁠Aff went the bonnet, the lint-white locks did flee,
The belted plaid fa'ing, her white borom ſhawing,
⁠Fair ſtood the lov'd maid wi' the dark rolling e'e.

"Is it my wee thing! is it mine ain thing!
⁠"Is it my true love here that I ſee?"
'O Jamie forgi'e me, your heart's conſtant to me;
⁠'I'll never mair wander, my true love frae thee!"