Song: Betsy Belle And Mary Gray

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