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THE
BONNY HIGHLAND LAD.
Down by yon shady grove,
One day I chanc'd to rove,
To pass the dull hours away:
Beneath a myrtle shade,
I spy'd a lovely maid,
On her spinnet she sweetly did play,
To yield me more delight,
This charming Lady bright,
In concert the sung, very sad,
Unhappy maid am I,
That sure of love must die,
For my bonny Highland Lad.
One day I chanc'd to rove,
To pass the dull hours away:
Beneath a myrtle shade,
I spy'd a lovely maid,
On her spinnet she sweetly did play,
To yield me more delight,
This charming Lady bright,
In concert the sung, very sad,
Unhappy maid am I,
That sure of love must die,
For my bonny Highland Lad.
I drew a little near,
The better for to hear,
And this charming creature sung
"My Love has cross'd the sea;
Alas! he's gone from me,
This charming comely young man.
His lovely air and mien,
May well deserve a Queen,
Altho' that his fortune is bad:
But yet I hope to see,
My love before I die;
Oh! my bonny, bonny Highland Lad.
The better for to hear,
And this charming creature sung
"My Love has cross'd the sea;
Alas! he's gone from me,
This charming comely young man.
His lovely air and mien,
May well deserve a Queen,
Altho' that his fortune is bad:
But yet I hope to see,
My love before I die;
Oh! my bonny, bonny Highland Lad.
