Bogie's Bonnie Belle

As I went out by Huntley town one evening for to fee

With Bogie O' Cairnie and with him I did agree

To mind his two best horses or cart or harrow or plow

Or anything about farmwork that I very well should know

Old Bogie had a daughter, her name was Isabelle

She's the lily of the valley and the primrose of the dell

And when she went out walking she took me for her guide

Down by the burn of Cairnie for to watch the small fish glide

When three long months were passed and gone, this lassie lost her bloom

The red fell from her rosy cheeks, and her eyes began to swoon

Nine long months had passed and gone, she bore to me a son

And I was quickly sent for to see what could be done

I said that I would marry her, but no, that would not do

For you're not a match for my bonnie girl, and she's not a match for you

Now she's married to a tinker lad that comes from Huntley town

He sells pots and pans and paraffin lamps and he scours the country 'round

Now maybe she's had a better match, Bogie can nae tell

So farewell, ye lads o' Huntley town and to Bogie's bonnie belle

So farewell, ye lads o' Huntley town and to Bogie's bonnie belle

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