bonie jean—a bald
to its ain tune.
there was a ss, and she was fair,
at kirk or market to be seen;
when a' our fairest maids were met,
the fairest maid was bonie jean.
and aye she wrought her mammie's wark,
and aye she sang sae merrilie;
the blythest bird upon the bush
had ne'er a lighter heart than she.
but hawks will rob the tender joys
that bless the little lintwhite's ;
and frost will blight the fairest flowers,
and love will break the sou rest.
young robie was the brawest d,
the floride of a' the glen;
and he
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