Tak your auld cloak about ye (3)/The Bonny Brucket Lassie

THE BONNY BRUCKET LASSIE.

The bonny brucket lassie,
I saw her late yestreen;
She was the fairest lassie,
That danced on the green.
A lad he lo‘ed her dearly,
She did his love return;
But be his vows has broken,
And left her for to mourn.

My shape, she says, was handsome,
My face was fair and clean,
But now I‘m bonny brucket,
Oblig‘d to ly my lane.
My eyes were bright and sparkling,
Before they changed their hue;
But now they're dull with weeping,
And a' my love, for you.

My person it was comely,
My shape they said was neat;
But now I am quite changed,
My stavs they winna meet.
A' night I' sleeped soundly,
My mind was never sad;
But now my rest is broken,
Wi‘ thinking on my lad.

O could I live in darkness,
Or hide me in the sea,
Since my love is unfaithful,
And has forsaken me.

No other love I suffer'd,
Within my breast to dwell;
In nought I have offended.
But loving him too well.

Her lover heard her mourning,
As by he chanc'd to pass;
And press'd unto his bosom,
The lovely brucket lass.
My dear, he said, cease grieving,
Since that your love's so true,
My bonny brucket lassie,
I'll faithful prove to you.