The Canary/Bessy Bell and Mary Gray

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Bessy Bell and Mary Gray.

⟨O⟩ Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,They war twa bonny lasses,They bigg'd a bower on yon burnbraeAnd theeked it o'er wi rashes.⟨Fair⟩ Bessy Bell I lo'ed yestreen,And thought I ne'er could alter:⟨Bat⟩ Mary Gray's twa pawky een,They gar my fancy falter.
Now Bessy's hair's like a lint-tap;She smiles like a May morning,When Phoebus starts frae Thetis' lap,The hills with rays adorning:White is her neck, saft is her hand,Her waist and feet's fu' genty;With ilka grace she can command;Her lips, O vow! they're dainty.
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And Mary's locks are like a craw,Her een like diamonds glances;She aye sae clean, red up and braw,She's kills whene'er she dances.Blythe as a kid, with wit and will,She blooming, tight, and talls is;And guides her airs fae gracefu' still,O Jove, she's like thy Pallas.
Dear Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,Ye unco fair oppress us;Our fancies jee between you twa,Ye are sic bonny lasses:Waes me! for baith I canna get,To ane by law we're stinted;Then I'll draw cuts, and tak my fate,And be with ane contented.

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