The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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Bessy Bell and Mary Gray.
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Bessy Bell and Mary Gray
They are twa bonny Lasses,
They bigg'd a Bower on yon Burn-brae
And theek'd it o'er wi' Rashes.
Fair Bessy Bell I loo'd yestreen,
And thought I ne'er cou'd alter;
But Mary Gray's twa pawky Een,
They gar my Fancy falter.
They are twa bonny Lasses,
They bigg'd a Bower on yon Burn-brae
And theek'd it o'er wi' Rashes.
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And thought I ne'er cou'd 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 Phœbus starts frae Thetis' Lap,
The Hills with Rays adorning:
White is her Neck, saft is her Hand,
Her Waste and Feet's fow genty,
With ilka Grace she can command,
Her Lips, O wow! they're dainty.
She smiles like a May Morning,
When Phœbus starts frae Thetis' Lap,
The Hills with Rays adorning:
White is her Neck, saft is her Hand,
Her Waste and Feet's fow genty,
With ilka Grace she can command,
Her Lips, O wow! they're dainty.
And
Mary's Locks are like the Craw,
Her Eye like Diamonds glances;
She's ay sae clean, red-up and braw,
She kills when e'er she dances:
Blyth as a Kid, with Wit at Will,
She blooming tight and tall is;
And guides her Airs sae gracefou still,
O Jove! she's like thy Pallas.
Her Eye like Diamonds glances;
She's ay sae clean, red-up and braw,
She kills when e'er she dances:
Blyth as a Kid, with Wit at Will,
She blooming tight and tall is;
And guides her Airs sae gracefou 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 bonny Lasses:
Wae's me, for baith I canna get,
To ane by Law we're stented;
Then I'll draw Cuts and take my Fate,
And be with ane contented.
Ye unco' sair oppress us,
Our Fancies jee between you twae,
Ye are sic bonny Lasses:
Wae's me, for baith I canna get,
To ane by Law we're stented;
Then I'll draw Cuts and take my Fate,
And be with ane contented.
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