had owsen, sheep, and kye,
and wanton naigies nine or ten.
he gaed wi' jeao the tryste,
he danc'd wi' jeanie on the down;
and, ng ere witless jeanie wist,
her heart was tint, her peace was stown!
as in the bosom of the stream,
the moon-beam dwells at dewy e'en;
so trembling, pure, was tender love
within the breast of bonie jean.
and now she works her mammie's wark,
and aye she sighs wi' care and pain;
yet wist na what her ail might be,
or what wad make her weel again.
but did na jeanie's heart loup light,
and didn
Bonie Jean—A Ballad(2/4)