Classic Poem

In Scotland there's a bonny place
Where a little spring is found
There nature shows her honest face
The whole year round
Where the white thorn branches full o' may
Hang where the fountains rin
Where comes sweet Alice every day
And dips her pitcher in
A gallon pitcher wi out ear
She fills it with the water clear

2

My bonny Alice she is fair
There's no sic other to be found
Her rosey cheek and dark brown hair
The fairest maid on Scotlands ground
And there the heathers pin head flowers
All blossom over bank and brae
While Alice passes by the bowers
To fill her pitcher every day
The pitcher brown wi out a ear
She dips into the fountain clear

3

Oh Alice bonny sweet and fair
Wi roses on her cheeks
The little birds come drinking there
The throstle almost speaks
He dips his wings and wrinkles makes
Upon the fountain clear
Then vanishes among the brakes
For ever singing near
While Alice listening stands to hear
And dips the pitcher without ear

4

Oh Alice bonny Alice fair
Thy pleasant face I love
Thy red rose cheek thy dark brown hair
Thy soft eyes like a dove
I see thee by the fountain stand
Wi the sweet smiling face
Theres not a maid in a' the land
Wi such bewitching grace
As Alice who is drawing near
To dip the pitcher wi' out ear