My Sweet Bonny Ann

Dear Anna the sweetest The world ever saw
Is thy face and completest Thy bosom and a'
Than lillies more white More red than the rose
Her eyes beaming brighter Than the fountain that flows.

My sweet bonny Ann and Anna my dear
I will come if I can By the spring o' the year
I will come if I can At the end of the week
And love like a Man On thy beautiful cheek.

My sweet bonny Ann And my dear bonny Ann
There's nothing worth living for Without bonny Ann
Full bosomed and bonny And ripe for a Man
And fairer than only Is young bonny Ann.

Her bosom shames lillies Her face rivals roses
Then daffadown dillys And other sweet posies
Words ever so striking On true loves own plan
Can't form a true likeness O' young bonny Ann.
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