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Bessy Bell and Mary Gray
They are twa bonnie lasses;
They bigg’d a bower on yon bnrn brae,
And theekit it owr wi’ rashes,
Bessy Bell I loo’d yestreen,
And thocht I ne’er could alter;
But Mary Gray’s twa pawky een
They gar my fancy falter.

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 waist and feet fu’ genty,
With ilka grace she can command;
Her lips, O wow they’re dainty.

Mary’s locks are like the craw,
Her eye like diamond glances,
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!