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My bonny lassie, come away,
I canna bide your frown;
I'll deck your bosom round:
The lily off the lee; The rose an' hawthorn bud I'll twine
To make a bob for thee.”'
“Aye, Jamie, ye wad steal my heart
An' a' my peace frae me ;
Ere I my error see.
My bosom to adorn ;
Within my breast a thorn."
“How can my lassie be sae tart,
An' vex me a' the day ?
What wad ye hae me say ?
I'll in thy breast confide,
If ye'll become my bride."
“Then tak my hand, ye hae my heart;
There's nane I like sae weel;
An' Heaven grant I act my part
To ane sae true an' leal.
I'll mind till death us twine;
That made my laddie mine.".
TUNE-Logie o' Buchan.
My bonny Eliza is fled frae the town,
There's ae bitter thought has gi'en me'muckle
0, sweet may the breeze be her mountains be.
tween ; And sweet be her walks through her woodlands
so green! And sweet be the murmurs of fair winding Tay, Since the bogles have chas'd my Eliza away!
I love her; I own it ; I'll own it again ;
Tune-Prince William Henry's Delight.
Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird,
The sang ye sang yestreen, 0,
I met my bonny Jean, O.
My hair began to steer, 0;
My heart play'd deep against my breast!
As I beheld my dear, O.
O weels me on my happy lot!
O weels me on my dearie!
Where a' combin'd to cheer me !
The lavrock on the green, 0; The lily bloom'd, the daisy blush'd,
But a' was nought to Jean, O.
Sing on, sing on, my bonny thrush,
Be neither flee'd nor eerie;
That gars ye sing sae cheerie :
She may be neat an' clean, 0;
Compar'd wi' bonny Jean, O.
If love wad open a’ her stores,
An' a' her bloomin' treasures,
An' taste her chiefest pleasures ;
The modest beamin' eye, 0; The yellow hair, the bosom fair,
The lips o' coral dye, 0.
A bramble shade around her head,
A burine poplin' by, 0;
Our canopy the sky, 0.
Around the flowrie green, 0;
Wad be my bonny Jean, O.
thou bonny modest moon! Ye sternies twinklin' high, 0 ! An' a' ye gentle powers aboon,
That roam athwart the sky, O! Ye see me gratefu' for the past,
Ye saw me blest yestreen, 0; An' ever till I breathe my last
Ye'll see me true to Jean, O.
TUNE-O'er the Muir amang the Heather. Though I've enjoy'd my youth in health,
An' liv'd a life both free an' easy!
Until I saw my bonny Leezy.