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T HE gardener stands in his bower-door. With a primrose in his hand, And by there came a leal maiden As jimp as a willow wand.
' O lady, can you fancy me,
For to be my bride ? Ye'se get a' the flowers in my garden
To be to you a weed.
' The lily white sail be your smock
Becomes your body best; Your head sail be busk'd wi' gillyflower
And the primrose in your breast.
' Your gown sail be the sweet-william,
Your coat the camovine, Your apron a' the salluds neat
That taste baith sweet and fine.
' Your stockings sail be o' the braid kail-blade,
That is baith braid and lang ; And narrow, narrow at the cute,
And braid, braid at the brawn.
leal] true. jimp] slender. weed] clothing,
camovine] camomile. cute] ankle. brawn] calf.