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The Bonny Hawthorn
ONE mild summer morning all nature look'd gay,
I saw my dearest Jamie at tedding the hay,
Who said, my lovely treasure, come see where I dwell,
Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale
That blooms in the vale, that blooms in the vale
Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
O hark bonny Bess, hear the birds in yon grove,
How delightful they sing how inviting to love;
The briars, deck'd with roses, perfume the fanning gale,
Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale
That blooms, &c.
His words they were so moving, his looks so soft kind
They offer'd me the yoath had no guile in his mind,
My heart too confess'd him, the flower of the dale,
Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale
That blooms, &c.
Now tell me ye lovers if I could refuse,
