The Melodist/The Bonny Scotman

by Anonymous

The Bonny Scotman.

Ye gales that gently wave the sea,
And please the canny boatman,
Bear me frae hence, or bring to me,
My blyth, my bonny Scotman;

Bear me frae hence, or bring to me,
My blyth, my bonny Scotman,
My blyth, my bonny Scotman.

In holy bands we join’d our hands,
Yet may not that, discover,
While parents rate a large estate
Before a faithful lover.
In holy bands we join’d our hands,
Yet may not that discover,
While parents rate a large, estate
Before a faithful lover,
Before a faithful lover,
Before a faithful lover;
While parents rate a large estate
Before a faithful lover.

But I wou’d chuse in Highland glens,
To herd the kid and goat, man;
Ere I cou’d for such little ends,
Refuse my bonny Scotman.
Wae worth the man who first began.
The base ungen'rous fashion,
From greedy views, love’s art to use,
Whilst stranger to it’s passion.

Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth,
Haste to thy longing lassie,
Who pants to kiss thy balmy mouth,
And in her bosom press thee:
Love gives the word, then haste on board,
Fair wind and gentle boatman,
Waft o’er, waft o’er, from yonder shore,
My blyth, my bonny Scotman.

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