THE
Bonny Scottish Lad,
AND THE
Yielding Lass.
To an excellent new Tune much in Request, called The Liggan Waters.
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BOnny Lass I love thee well,
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bonny Lad I love thee better,
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Wilt thou pull off thy Hose and Shoon,
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and wend with me to Liggan Water?
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Liggan Water is so deep,
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and I am loath to wet my feet.
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But if you'll promise to marry me,
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I'll put off my Shoon and follow thee.
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I have House, and I have Land,
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I have all things at command,
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I have a thing that you ne'er see,
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Bonny Lass wilt thou Mow with me?
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I good store of Cattel keep,
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Cows, Bulls and Oxen, Hogs and Sheep,
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And all I have I'll give to thee,
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bonny Lass wilt thou mow with me?
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Bonny Lad it is all in vain,
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before you shall your will obtain,
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I'll make you promise to marry me,
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and then thou'st freely Mow with me.
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For your Goods and Lands I do not care,
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then bonny Jocky pray forbare,
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For I will never yield to thee,
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without you'll promise to Marry me.
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As I went forth one Morning fair,
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I met with a bonny Lass, fresh and gay,
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A bonnier Lass, I ne'er did see
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until I chanc'd to meet with thee.
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This bonny Lass did ogle me,
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and I could hardly pass her by,
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She began for to be so free,
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and sighing said, she'd dye for me.
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From her white hand a Ring she took,
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and said, My Lad this is for thee,
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She gave me a smiling look,
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and soon did yield to lig with me.
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Then bonny Jenny yity take,
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Ise left that bonny Lass for your sake:
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Soon I began to fancy thee,
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then bonny Jenny lie with me.
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All night in softest Wool we'll lye,
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and kiss as close as Cockles do;
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Then we the Bliss of Love will try,
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in Summer and in Winter too.
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How can you so fickle be
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to doat on all that you do see?
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If I should yield to lig with thee,
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thou soon wou'd prove as false to me.
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I'd have all Lasses wiser grow,
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and not fond Love to young Men show;
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For before that I do yield to thee,
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I'll make you promise to marry me.
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But yet alas! for all her Art
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little Cupid shot a Dart,
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That she could not resist Love's Charms
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but strait did yield to Jockys Arms.
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