The Book of Scottish Song/Her bonnie black e'e 2

Her bonnie black e'e.

Sweet was her look when she smiling sat by my side,
Sweet was her song on the green banks of flowing Clyde;
Sweet was her blush when she promised to be my bride,
Sweeter the blink o' her bonnie black e'e.

Kiss'd I her rosy lips, o'er aye an' o'er again,
Press'd I her to my breast more aye an' more again;
But when her form frae my bosom she tore again,
I sigh'd for the blink o' her bonnie black e'e.

Bein though my biggin' be, what joy is it a' to me,
Hale though my haddin', nae pleasure is 't ava to me,
Plenty seems painfu', when she is awa' frae me;
I sigh for the sight o' her bonnie black e'e.

Oh! cruel fate, wilt thou never mair ease my care,
Henry was faithfu', and Jeannie was fause and fair,
Death, come and ease my pain, ne'er can I see her mair,
Farewell the slight o' her bonnie black e'e.

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