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bonie jean—a bald

to its a tune

there was a ss, and she was fair,

at kirk or arket to be seen;

when a&039; our fairest aids were t,

the fairest aid was bonie jean

and aye she wrought her aie&039;s wark,

and aye she sang sae rrilie;

the blythest bird upon the bh

had ne&039;er a lighter heart than she

but hawks will rob the tender joys

that bless the little lhite&039;s nest;

and frost will blight the fairest flowers,

and love will break the undest rest

young robie was the brawest d,

the flower and pride of a&039; the glen;

and he had owsen, sheep, and kye,

and wanton naigies ne or ten

he gaed wi&039; jeanie to the tryste,

he danc&039;d wi&039; jeanie on the down;

and, ng ere witless jeanie wist,

her heart was tt, her peace was stown!

as the bo of the strea,

the oon-bea dwells at dewy e&039;en;

treblg, pure, was tender love

with the breast of bonie jean

and now she works her aie&039;s wark,

and aye she sighs wi&039; care and pa;

yet wist na what her ail ight be,

or what wad ake her weel aga

but did na jeanie&039;s heart loup light,

and didna joy blk her e&039;e,

as robie tauld a tale o&039; love

ae e&039;eng on the lily lea?

the sun was skg the west,

the birds sang sweet ilka grove;

his cheek to hers he fondly id,

and whisper&039;d th his tale o&039; love:

“o jeanie fair, i lo&039;e thee dear;

o canst thou thk to fancy ,

or wilt thou leave thy aie&039;s t,

and learn to tent the fars wi&039; ?

“at barn or byre thou shalt na drud,

or naethg else to trouble thee;

but stray aang the heather-bells,

and tent the wavg rn wi&039; ”

now what uld artless jeanie do?

she had nae will to say hi na:

at length she bsh&039;d a sweet nsent,