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Down the Burn, Davie
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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.”