My Bonny Jane

The cows are from the pasture gone The sheep are bleating in the pen
The path they travelled one by one Is o'er the fallows beat agen
The sparrow chelps along the eaves The whasp hums in the window pane
And I'll of labour take my leave And gang and court young bonny Jane

The plums are misted o'er wi' dew And rosey streaks the apples wear
But Jinney's cheeks a sweeter hue Than either apple plumb or pear
The sun sinks o'er the willows grey And clammy got the fields o' grain
And at her own home ends that day I kissed the lips O bonny Jane

Her dark [hair] hangs in parted curl Aside her forehead white as snow
She seemed a maid [of] other worlds Too fair for any thing below
We stood beside the turnpike way Such meetings seldom come again
That piece of animated clay I clasped and kissed young bonny Jane

The mallow looked like satin flowers Cut by some fond and fairy queen
The nettle fit for garden bowers Did no where look so richly green.

They cant' be common nettles sure I said and stooped to look again
But love stood there blind eyes to cure My ain sweet fairy bonny Jane

The bee resumed its honey tone around And searched the alloes bloom
The windows too were open thrown For buzing whasps to leave the room
Her hair was lappit in a comb Then twisted glossy round again
That sweet white bosome was loves home O my ain dear bonny Jane.

The hens had clockit up to bed The chicks where yet within the pen
The sparrows from the wheatfields sped To Jinney's mossy eaves agen
O' Jinney is the bonny flower The severest parting pain
Wi' many a vow and promise fair I kissed and left my bonny Jane

The sun set red the weary crow Flew homeward to the woods agen
The willows grey waved too and fro And dews fell like a misty rain
She threw her kerchief o'er her hair Her fond kiss cured the parting pain
Wi' many a vow and promise fair I kissed and left my bonny Jane.
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