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Says I, my dear, where is thy hame?
In muir, or dale, pray tell me whether ?
Says she, I tent thae fleecy flocks
That feed amang the blooming heather. — O'er the muir, &c.
We sat us down upon a bank,
Sae warm and sunny was the weather :
She left her flocks at large to rove
Amang the bonnie blooming heather O'er the muir, &c.
She charmed my heart, and aye sinsyne
I couldna think on ony ither ;
By sea and sky ! she shall be mine,
The bonnie lass amang the heather. — O'er the muir, &c.
BONNIE MAEY HAY.
Words by Archibald Crawford.
With feeling.
Music by R. A. Smith.
Bon - nie Ma - ry Hay,
I will lo'e thee yet, For thy
e'e is the
rose is thy cheek: bon - nie Ma - ry Hay,
will lo'e thee yet.
Bonnie Mary Hay, will ye gang wi* me,
When the sun is in the west, to the hawthorn tree ?
To the hawthorn tree, in the bonnie berry den,
And I'll tell ye, Mary Hay, how I lo'e ye then.
Bonnie Mary Hay, it's haliday to me
When thou art sae couthie, kind-hearted, an' free ;
There's nae clouds in the lift nor storms in the sky,
O bonnie Mary Hay, when thou art nigh.
Bonnie Mary Hay, thou maunna say me nay,
But come to the bower by the hawthorn brae ;
But come to the bower, and I'll tell ye a' that's true,
How, Mary, I can ne'er lo'e ane but you.