Davie

  down the burn, davie
  as down the burn they took their way,
  and thro' the flowery dale;
  his cheek to hers he aft did lay,
  and love was aye the tale:
  with “mary, when shall we return,
  sic pleasure to renew?”
  h mary—“love, i like the burn,
  and aye shall follow you.”