Bessie Bell and Mary Gray

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, They are twa bonnie lasses, They bigg'd a bower on yon burn brae, And theek'd it owre wi' rashes. 8essy Bell I lo'ed yestreen, And thought I ne'er could alter; But Mary Gray's twa packy een They gar my fancy faulter,

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 vow their 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!

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray Ye unco sair oppress us; Our fancies jee between you twa, Ye are sic bonnie lasses. Waes me, for baith I canna get, To ane by law wa're stented; Then I'll draw cuts and take my fate, And be with ane contented.