the try ss
in simmer, when the hay was mawn,
and wav'd green in ilka field,
while cver blooms white o'er the lea
and roses bw in ilka beild!
blythe bessie in the milking shiel,
says—“i'll be wed, e o't what will”:
out spake a dame in wrinkled eild;
“o' gude advisement es nae ill.
“it's ye hae wooers mony ane,
and ssie, ye're but young ye ken;
then wait a wee, and ie wale
a routhie butt, a routhie ben;
there's johnie o' the buskie-glen,
fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre;
take this frae me, my
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