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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

Down the Burn Davie

Anonymous
 
(From Thomson’s Orpheus Caledonius, i. 113; 1733)

WHEN Trees did bud, and Fields were green,
  And Broom bloom’d fair to see;
When Mary was compleat Fifteen,
  And Love laugh’d in her Eye;
Blythe Davie’s Blinks her Heart did move,        5
  To speak her Mind thus free,
Gang down the Burn, Davie, Love,
  And I shall follow thee.
 
Now Davie did each Lad surpass,
  That dwelt on this Burn-side,        10
And Mary was the bonniest Lass,
  Just meet to be a Bride;
Her Cheeks were rosy, red and white,
  Her Een were bonny blue;
Her Looks were like Aurora bright,        15
  Her Lips like dropping Dew.
 
As down the Burn they took their way,
  What tender Tales they said!
His Cheek to hers he oft did lay,
  And with her Bosom play’d;        20
Till baith at length impatient grown,
  To be mair fully blest,
In yonder Vale, they lean’d them down;
  Love only saw the rest.
 
What pass’d I guess, was harmless Play,        25
  And naithing sure unmeet;
For ganging hame, I heard him say,
  They liked a wa’k sae sweet;
And that they aften shou’d return,
  Sic pleasure to renew.        30
Quoth Mary, Love, I like the Burn,
  And ay shall follow you.