Ye echoes that ring round the woods of Bowgreen,|
Say, did ye e'er listen sae melting a strain,
When lovely young Jessie gaed wand'ring unseen,
And sung of her laddie, the pride of the plain?
Aye she sung. "Willie, my bonny young Willie!
There's no a sweet flow'r on the mountain or valley,
Mild blue spreckl'd crawflow'r, nor wild woodland lily,
But tines a' its sweets in my bonny young swain.
Thou goddess of love, keep him constant to me,
Else, with'ring in sorrow, poor Jessie shall die!
2. Her laddie had stray'd through the dark leafy wood,
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