The Lass That Made The Bed To Me
said,
“and dinna sae uncivil be;
gif ye hae ony luve for me,
na my virginitie.”
her hair was like the links o' gowd,
her teeth were like the ivorie,
her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,
the ss that made the bed to me:
the bonie ss, &c.
her bosom was the driven snaw,
twa drifted heaps sae fair to see;
her limbs the polish'd marble stane,
the ss that made the bed to me.
i kiss'd her o'er and o'er again,
and aye she wist na what to say:
i id her 'tween me and the wa';
the ssie thoa ng till day.
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