My Love She is bonny

My love she is bonny and sweeter than ony rose
A fairer and sweeter I never did see
Her cheeks the rose bloom and grecian her fine nose
And her eyes bright as dew drops upon the rose tree.

The woodbines the hedge roses blooming
Not brighter and sweeter than Hellen can be
Her face is a fair one her eye is a rare one
As bright as the dew drops upon the rose tree.

O' beautiful Hellen I pass by thy dwelling
Where lilly's and roses and streaky woodbine
O'er her windows are blooming in summers perfuming
And beautiful Hellen has sworn to be mine.
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