An Excellent New Song Entituled
Bonny Jean of Aberdeen.
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MY bonny Jean long have I been
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a seeking thee from morn to een;
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Thy bonny face so full of grace
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the like is not in Aberdeen.
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I was as brisk as any lad
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when first thy bonny face I saw
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Come sit thee down my bonny maid
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and give to me kiss or twa.
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A kiss or twa if I should give
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I know not how it may be tane,
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For suddenly youd me betray,
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tis better for to lie alane,
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First you must seek and Ill say nay,
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you know a womans modesty
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Come slide your hand about my neck,
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when I cry cease, let me not be.
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What would I give (I tell the truth,)
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for one sweet kiss of thee my dear
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For all the pleasures of this earth,
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theres nothing can with thee compare.
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Thy cherry cheeks thy coal black hair
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a brisker lass was never seen,
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Theres none with thee that can compare
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in Edinburgh or Aberdeen.
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When first thy bonny face I saw,
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such charming eyes were never seen;
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Thou art the true prospect of grace
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the like is not in Aberdeen.
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Thy beauty fair doth me ensnare,
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since eer I saw your bonny face,
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Therefore my dear you need not fear,
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to grant me that charming bliss.
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Since I have houses and lands enough,
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to portion me with any man,
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If you should take your word and rue
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what should become of Jenny then?
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If you have lands at your command
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a good housewife you then shall be
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I think then for a priest well send
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and then my dear well married be.
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My bonny Jean where have you been
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and thy minny seeking thee;
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I have been down in yonder green
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kissing Jockie, and Jocky me.
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My minny sent me to the well,
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the night was dark I could not see
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My foot did slip and then I fell,
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and Jocky fell on the top of me,
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My bonny Jean thou goes with bairn,
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say the lass, how can that be,
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For he lay nere a night with me,
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But six and seven four and three.
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But if he be cunning, Ill be crafty,
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if he be crafty, Ill be slie;
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If he were the bonniest lad in the land,
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hell nere get another bairn with me.
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