Bonny Blue-Eyed Nancy

How could I live on the top of a mountain?

With no money in my pocket, no gold for the counting

For I would let the money go, all for to please her fancy

And I would marry no one but my own dear blue-eyed Nancy

She's my bonny blue-eyed lassie with an air so sweet and tender

Her walk like swans on water and her waist so small and slender

Her golden hair in ringlets fell all o'er her snow-white shoulder

And I'll ask her for to marry me, and there's no man could be bolder

Now there's some people say she is very low in station

And there's more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination

But let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still

'Til the day that I die, she will be my own lovely lady

How lightly skims the swallow o'er the dark waters of Eochaill

And blithely sings the nightingale so happy to behold her

And the winds may blow, and the moorcocks crow, and the moon shine out so clearly O

Ah but deeper by far is my love for my own lady

Well, now there's some people tell me that she is very low in station

And there's more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination

But let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still

'Til the day that I die, she will be my own lovely lady

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