AN
Excellent New
BALLAD
INTITULED,
BESSY BELL
AND
MARY GRAY.
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BEssy Bell and Mary Gray,
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they are two bonny Lasses,
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They bigg'd a Bower on yon Burn-brae,
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and theek'd it o'er wi Rashes,
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Fair Bessy Bell, I loo'd the Streen,
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I thought I ne'r cou'd alter;
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But Mary Grays twa pauky Eyn,
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they gar my Fancy falter.
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(II.)
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Now Bessys Hair's like a Lint Tap,
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She Smiles like a May Morning,
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When Phebus starts frae Thetis Lap,
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the Hill wi Rays adorning;
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White is her Neck, soft is her Hand,
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her Wast and Feet's sow genty,
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With ilka Grace she can command,
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her Lips O wow! they're dainty!
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(III.)
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And Marys Locks are like the Craw,
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her Eys like Diamonds glances,
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She's ay so clean, red up and braw,
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she kills when e'er she dances.
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Blyth as a Kid with Wit at Will
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she blooming Tight and tall is;
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And guids her Airs sae gracefow still,
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O Jove! She's like thy Pallas.
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(V.I)
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Dear Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
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ye unco' fair oppress us:
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Our Fancies gaes between you twae,
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ye are sick bonny Lasses:
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Wae's me! for baith I canna get,
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to ane by Law we're stented;
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Then I'll draw Cuts, and take my Fate
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and be with an contented.
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