Betsy Belle And Mary Gray-Cherish the Ladies

[00:00.760]Betsy Belle And Mary Gray -Cherish The Ladies [00:17.181]Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray [00:19.271]They were two bonnie lasses [00:21.230]They biggit a bower on yon Burnside [00:23.360]And theeked it o'er with rashes [00:26.249]Fair Betsy Belle [00:27.529]I loved so well and thought [00:28.818]I ne'er could alter [00:30.388]But Mary Gray's two cheeky eyes caused [00:33.227]All my fancy falter [00:35.886]Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray [00:37.915]They were two bonnie lasses [00:40.35]They biggit a bower on yon Burnside [00:42.65]And theeked it o'er with rashes [00:45.475]Betsy's hair's like flaxen gold [00:47.315]She smiles like a May morning [00:49.155]When Phoebus starts from Thoetus lap [00:51.274]The hills with rays adorning [00:54.454]White is her hair soft is her hand [00:56.754]Her waist and feet flow gently [00:58.583]With every grace she can command [01:00.823]Her lips I vow are dainty [01:04.123]Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray [01:06.233]They were two bonnie lasses [01:08.203]They biggit a bower on yon Burnside [01:10.383]And theeked it o'er with rashes [01:33.503]Mary's locks are like the crow [01:35.341]Her eyes like diamond's glances [01:37.501]She's aye so clean red up and raw [01:39.329]She kills whene'er she dances [01:42.578]Blithe as a kid with wit and will [01:44.698]She's blooming tight and tall is [01:46.637]And guides her airs so graceful still [01:48.977]Oh Jove she's like thy palace [01:52.67]Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray [01:54.177]They were two bonnie lasses [01:56.107]They biggit a bower on yon Burnside [01:58.57]And theeked it o'er with rashes [02:01.397]Young Betsy Belle and Mary Gray [02:03.186]Ye unco saer oppress us [02:05.595]Our fancies fee between ye two [02:07.565]Ye are such bonnie lassies [02:10.705]Woe's me for both I cannot get [02:12.795]To one by law we're stinted [02:14.865]Then I'll draw straws and take my fate [02:16.945]And be with one contented [02:37.154]Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray [02:39.34]They were two bonnie lassies [02:40.944]They biggit a bower on yon Burnside [02:43.84]And theeked it o'er with rashes [02:45.794]But Betsy Belle nor Mary Gray could quell [02:48.832]My fancy ever [02:50.332]The plague came from the burrows town [02:52.411]It slew them both together