William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Doun the Burn, DavieRobert Crawford (16951732)
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And broom bloomed fair to see,
When Mary was complete fifteen,
And love laughed in her e’e,
Blyth Davie’s blinks her heart did move
To speak her mind thus free,
‘Gang doun the burn, Davie love,
And I shall follow thee.’
That dwelt on this burnside.
And Mary was the bonniest lass,
Just meet to be a bride.
Her cheeks were rosy, red and white,
Her e’en were bonnie blue,
Her looks were like Aurora bright,
Her lips like dropping dew.
What tender tales they said;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay
And with her bosom played.
Till baith at length impatient grown
To be mair fully blest,
In yonder vale they leaned them down—
Love only saw the rest.
And naething, sure, unmeet,
For ganging hame I heard him say
They liked a walk sae sweet,
And that they often should return
Sic pleasures to renew.
Quoth Mary, ‘Love, I like the burn,
And aye shall follow you.’