BLINK O’ER THE BURN, SWEET BETTIE.
The old words, all that I remember, are,—
“Blink over the burn, sweet Betty,
It is a cauld winter night:
It rains, it hails, it thunders,
The moon, she gies nae light:
It’s a’ for the sake o’ sweet Betty,
That ever I tint my way;
Sweet, let me lie beyond thee
Until it be break o’ day.—
O, Betty will bake my bread,
And Betty will brew my ale,
And Betty will be my love,
When I come over the dale:
Blink over the burn, sweet Betty,
Blink over the burn to me,
And while I hae life, dear lassie,
My ain sweet Betty thou’s be.”