Unheeded, never move her;
At the bonnie bush aboon Traquair,
’Twas there I first did love her.
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Yet now she scornful flies the plain,
The fields we then frequented;
If e’er we meet she shows disdain,
She looks as ne’er acquainted.
The bonnie bush bloomed fair in May,
Its sweets I’ll aye remember;