433. Song—Down the Burn Davie love

 AS down the burn they took their way,
 And thro’ the flowery dale;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
 And love was aye the tale:


With “Mary, when shall we return,
 Sic pleasure to renew?”
Quoth Mary—“Love, I like the burn,
 And aye shall follow you.”

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