BONNIE MARY.

When the sun gaes down, when the sun gaes down,

I 'll meet thee, bonnie Mary, when the sun gaes down;

I 'll row my apron up, an' I 'll leave the reeky town,

And meet thee by the burnie, when the sun gaes down.

By the burnie there 's a bower, we will gently lean us there,

An' forget in ither's arms every earthly care,

For the chiefest o' my joys, in this weary mortal roun',

Is the burnside wi' Mary when the sun gaes down.

When the sun gaes down, &c.

There the ruin'd castle tower on the distant steep appears,

Like a hoary auld warrior faded with years;

An' the burnie stealing by wi' a fairy silver soun',

Will soothe us wi' its music when the sun gaes down.

When the sun gaes down, &c.

The burnside is sweet when the dew is on the flower,

But 'tis like a little heaven at the trystin' hour;

And with pity I would look on the king who wears the crown,

When wi' thee by the burnie, when the sun gaes down.

When the sun gaes down, &c.

When the sun gaes down, when the sun gaes down,

I 'll meet thee by the burnie, when the sun gaes down;

Come in thy petticoatie, and thy little drugget gown,

And I 'll meet thee, bonnie Mary, when the sun gaes down.