The true way of
The Bonny BRUIKED LASSIE.
To its own proper Tune.
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DOwn by a Meadow green,
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I chanc'd to meet my Dear,
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She appeared like a Queen
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Fill'd me with Joy and Fear,
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Her Face was like the Sun
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When a Rising we him see,
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And yet this bonny Lassie's
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now blue beneath the Eye.
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Her Hair was like a Crow,
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Her Breasts (like Ivorie)
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Her beating Heart caus'd go
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Like Surges in the Sea;
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She trembled as she stood,
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Her Eyes shin'd bright on me,
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But yet this bonny Lassie
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she's blue beneath the Eye,
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We silent were a while,
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Only our Eyes did move,
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But e're we walk'd a Mile,
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My Sp'rits were rag'd with Love,
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I grasp'd her in my Arms,
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Said, sit down, Sweet, by me,
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Which makes my bonny Lassie
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be blue beneath the Eye.
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Transported and embrac'd,
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I fondly did her Kiss,
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Her Tongue with Love so lac'd
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Cou'd say no more but this,
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My dear, let me alone
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Till once we Marri'd be,
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Or else you'l make your Lassie
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grow blue beneath the Eye.
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I bid her take no Fear
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For we shou'd marri'd be.
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And that I'd make 't my care
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To do it speedilie.
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But crush'd were these our Hopes
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For I must go to Sea.
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And leave my Bruiked Lassie
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tho blue beneath the Eye.
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The leaving her behind,
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She fears will cause her Shame,
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But to be call'd Unkind
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Shall never stain my Name,
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For no sooner I'm return'd
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Than marri'd I shall be
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To the bonny bruiked Lassie
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that's blue beneath the Eye:
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Tho'm absent from my Love,
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She shall Reign in my Heart,
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Command it ne'er to move,
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Nor from her to depart:
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No Queen shall it engage,
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Nor a Slave to any be,
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But the bonny bruiked Lassie
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that's blue beneath the Eye.
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Yet Fate is most unkind,
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To part my Love and me;
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Must Affection thus confin'd
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Be split by destinie?
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Oh! greivous Tragick Change,
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That now I cannot see
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My bonny bruiked Lassie
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that's blue beneath the Eye.
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