And my fause luver staw the rose,

But left the thorn wi’ me. 20

Robert Burns.

CLV
THE BRAES OF YARROW.

A. ‘Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride,

Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow,

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride,

And think nae mair of the braes of Yarrow.’

B. ‘Where gat ye that bonnie, bonnie bride, 5

Where gat ye that winsome marrow?’