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I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, / A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue; / I gat my death frae twa sweet een, / Twa lovely een o'bonie blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright, / Her lips like roses wat wi' dew, / Her heaving bosom, lily-white- / It was her een sae bonie blue.
She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd; / She charm'd my soul I wist na how; / And aye the stound, the deadly wound, / Cam frae her een so bonie blue. / But "spare to speak, and spare to speed; " / She'll aiblins listen to my vow: / Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead / To her twa een sae bonie blue.