| Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lasses
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| They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o’er with rashes
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| Fair Betsy Belle I loved so well and thought I ne’er could alter
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| But Mary Gray’s two cheeky eyes caused all my fancy falter
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| Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lasses
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| They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o’er with rashes
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| Betsy’s hair’s like flaxen gold, she smiles like a May morning
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| When Phoebus starts from Thoetus lap the hills with rays adorning
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| White is her hair, soft is her hand, her waist and feet flow gently
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| With every grace she can command, her lips I vow are dainty
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| Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lasses
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| They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o’er with rashes
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| Mary’s locks are like the crow, her eyes like diamond’s glances
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| She’s aye so clean red up and raw, she kills whene’er she dances
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| Blithe as a kid with wit and will, she’s blooming, tight and tall is
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| And guides her airs so graceful still, oh Jove, she’s like thy palace
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| Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lasses
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| They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o’er with rashes
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| Young Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, ye unco saer oppress us
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| Our fancies fee between ye two, ye are such bonnie lassies
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| Woe’s me for both I cannot get, to one by law we’re stinted
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| Then I’ll draw straws and take my fate and be with one contented
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| Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lassies
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| They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o’er with rashes
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| But Betsy Belle nor Mary Gray could quell my fancy ever
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| The plague came from the burrows town, it slew them both together |