Bonnie Jean - Karen Matheson

There was a lass an she was fair at kirk an' market tae be seen

When aw oor fairest maids were met, the flower o' them, bonnie Jean

Aye, she wrought her country work an she sang sae joyfully

The bonniest bird upon the bush hae ne’er a lighter heart than she

But hawks will rob the tender joys that bless the lint white nest

Frost will blight the fairest flower, love will break the soundest rest

For she met a braw young lad, the pride o’aw his glen

And he had owsen, sheep and kye, an bonnie horses nine or ten

The lad took Jeanie tae the tryst, danced the lassie on the down

Lang ere witless, Jeannie wist her heart wis tint, her peace was stown

As in the bosom o' the stream the moon dwells at dewy een

So trembling pure was tender love within the breast o' bonnie Jean

Monies a bird sang sweet o’love, flowers bloom ower the dale

An close tae her he aft did lay and whispered this, his tender tale

O Jeannie fair, I love thee dear an will ye gang wi me

Aye, an leave your parent’s hame, and nothing else will trouble thee

So what could helpless Jeannie do?

She had nae will tae say him naw

At length she blushed a sweet consent

And love was aye between them twa