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BONNIE MARY

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Gaelic Air.

Her cheek is like the rose,
An' her lips like the cherry,
Her een are glancin' blue,
An' her name's bonnie Mary.
My father's unco' dour,
An' my mither is camstary;
I ken the lassie's puir,
But she's aye bonnie Mary.
They say I'll ever rue
The day that I sought her;
They'll hae me gang an' woo
The rich miller's dochter.
But let them glower an' bann
At my ae only dearie,
Sae a' the ill ye can,
Yet she's aye bonnie Mary.
Oh! were she herdin' nowt
In an auld rotten plaidie,
It's I would find her out
An she'd ca' me her laddie.
On an empty barn floor
She dances like a fairy,
In a shielin' on a muir,
Oh! she's aye bonnie Mary.