The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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The Laddie that I ken o'.
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The Laddie that I ken o'.
There's a bonnie, bonnie laddie that I ken o',
There's a bonnie, bonnie laddie that I ken o';
An' although he be but young,
He has a sweet wooing tongue,
The bonnie, bonnie laddie that I ken o'.
There's a bonnie, bonnie laddie that I ken o';
An' although he be but young,
He has a sweet wooing tongue,
The bonnie, bonnie laddie that I ken o'.
He has woo'd me for his own, an' I trow him, O,
For it's needless to deny that I lo'e him, O;
When I see his face come ben,
Then a' the lads I ken,
I think them sae far, far below him, O.
For it's needless to deny that I lo'e him, O;
When I see his face come ben,
Then a' the lads I ken,
I think them sae far, far below him, O.
There is Annie, the demure little fairy, O,
Our Nancy, an' Burns' bonnie Mary, O;
They may set their caps at him,
An' greet till they gae blin',
But his love for his Jean will never vary, O.
Our Nancy, an' Burns' bonnie Mary, O;
They may set their caps at him,
An' greet till they gae blin',
But his love for his Jean will never vary, O.
He'll come to me at e'en though he's weary, O,
An' the way be baith langsome an' eery, O,
An' he'll tirl at the pin,
An' cry, “Jeanie, let me in,
For my bosom it burns to be near ye, O!”
An' the way be baith langsome an' eery, O,
An' he'll tirl at the pin,
An' cry, “Jeanie, let me in,
For my bosom it burns to be near ye, O!”
He's a queer bonnie laddie that I ken o',
He's a dear bonnie laddie that I ken o';
For he'll tak' me on his knee,
An' he'll reave a kiss frae me,
The bonnie, bonnie laddie that I ken o'.
He's a dear bonnie laddie that I ken o';
For he'll tak' me on his knee,
An' he'll reave a kiss frae me,
The bonnie, bonnie laddie that I ken o'.
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