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I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, / Through yonder lattice creepin'; / You come for cream and to gar me dream, / But you dinna find me sleepin'. / The moonbeam, that upon the floor / Wi' crickets ben a-jinkin', / Now steals away fra' her bonnie play -- / Wi' a rosier blie, I'm thinkin'.
I saw you, Maister Bawsy-brown, / When the blue bells went a-ringin' / For the merrie fays o' the banks an' braes, / And I kenned your bonnie singin'; / The gowans gave you honey sweets, / And the posies on the heather / Dript draughts o' dew for the faery crew / That danct and sang together.