Mary Gill

Ha'e ye na seen the miller's maid,

The bonnie Mary Gill?

Wha wins below the braes o' Braid,

Fu' like a lily newly spread,

In shelter o' the hill.

I wish it had na been my fate,

To look on her mysel';

For that put me in sic a state,

That peace or rest I canna get,

Sin' meetin' Mary Gill.

I dander'd down, the ither nicht

Fu' little dreadin' ill,

Whan my heart's ease whuff'd out like licht,

An' left me in a pretty plicht,

Wi' bonnie Mary Gill!

I first felt saucy at the quean,

An' tried, wi' a' my skill,

To think that fairer I had seen,

While aye my twa unruly een

Would glance at Mary Gill.

Then something gaed about my heart,

That made it saft an' still;

I grew fu' anxious to depart,

But sat unable an' inert,

Bewitch'd by Mary Gill!

Neist raise a flutter in my breast,

I kent na how to quell;

I hitch'd about, an' could na rest,

An' fearin' notice, thocht it best

To part frae Mary Gill.

But a' the road I stoiter'd hame,

An' three times clean gaed wil'

The miller's maid got a' the blame,

Yet I kept sichan aye the name

O' bonnie Mary Gill.

But a' the nicht, nae wink I got,

But pecht an' gran'd my fill;

An' felt my noddle a' afloat,

An' ilka ither thing forgot

Exceptin' Mary Gill.

I canna say I'll nae gang back

Nor can I say I will;

But my puir heart is on the rack,

While a' the niebours hae their crack

O' me an' Mary Gill.