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Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lasses |
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They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes |
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Fair Betsy Belle I loved so well and thought I ne'er could alter |
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But Mary Gray's two cheeky eyes caused all my fancy falter |
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Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lasses |
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They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes |
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Betsy's hair's like flaxen gold, she smiles like a May morning |
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When Phoebus starts from Thoetus lap the hills with rays adorning |
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White is her hair, soft is her hand, her waist and feet flow gently |
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With every grace she can command, her lips I vow are dainty |
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Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lasses |
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They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes |
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Mary's locks are like the crow, her eyes like diamond's glances |
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She's aye so clean red up and raw, she kills whene'er she dances |
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Blithe as a kid with wit and will, she's blooming, tight and tall is |
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And guides her airs so graceful still, oh Jove, she's like thy palace |
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Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lasses |
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They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes |
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Young Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, ye unco saer oppress us |
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Our fancies fee between ye two, ye are such bonnie lassies |
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Woe's me for both I cannot get, to one by law we're stinted |
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Then I'll draw straws and take my fate and be with one contented |
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Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lassies |
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They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes |
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But Betsy Belle nor Mary Gray could quell my fancy ever |
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The plague came from the burrows town, it slew them both together |
