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O dear Bess! I hardly knew,
When I came, your gown’s sae new;
I think y u’ve got it wet with dew:
Quoth Bess, that’s like a gawkie.
I's wet with dew, and ’twill get rain,
And I ll get gowns when this is gane,
Sae ye may gang the gate ye came,
And tell it to your dawtie.
The guilt appear’d in Jamie’s cheek,
He cry’d, O cruel maid, but sweet,
If I should gang another gate,
I ne’er could meet my dawtie.
The lasses fast frae him they flew,
And left poor Jamie sair to rue,
That ever Maggie’s face he knew,
Or yet ca’d Bess a gawkie.
As they went o'er the muir they sang,
The hills and dales with echoes rang,
The hills and dales with echoes rang,
Gang o’er the muir to Maggie.
F I N I S.
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Falkirk, Printed by T. Johnston.
