Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The Bonnie Breist-Knots

The Bonnie Breist-Knots.

Hey the bonnie, how the bonnie,Hey the bonnie breist-knots!Blythe and merry were they a', When they got on their breist-knots.There was a bridal in our town,And till't the lasses a' were boun',Wi' monie facings on their gowns, And some o' them had breist-knots.Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.

At nine o'clock the lads convene,Some clad in blue, some clad in green,Wi' glancin' buckles on their sheen, And flowers upon their waistcoats.Forth came the wives, a' wi' a phrase,And wished the lassie happy days,And muckle thought they o' her claes, And 'specially the breist-knots.Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.

The bride she was baith young and fair,Her neck outshone her pearlins rare;A satin snood bound up her hair, And flowers among her breist-knots.The bridegroom gazed—but mair I ween,He prized the glance of love's blue een,That made him proud o' his sweet Jean, When she got on her breist-knots.Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.