The Musical Charmer/The bonny Hawthorn

by Anonymous

THE BONNY HAWTHORN.

Last midsummer morning,
as going to the fair,
I met with young Jamie,
was taking the air;
He ask'd me to stay,
and indeed he did prevail,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms in the valley,
that blooms in the vale,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn,
that blooms in the vale.

He said, he had lov’d me
both long and sincere;
That none on the green
was so gentle and fair;
I listen’d with pleasure
to Jamie's tender tale,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.

O hark, says he Nan;
to the birds in the grove,
How charming their song
and inciting to love!
The briars, clad with roses,
perfume the passing gale;
And sweet's the bonny hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.

His words were so moving,
and looks soft and kind,
Convinc'd me the youth
had no guile in his mind;
My heart too confess'd him
the flower of the dale,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.

Yet I oft bade him go,
for I could no longer stay,
But leave me he would not,
nor let me away;
Still pressing his suit,
and at last he did prevail,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.

Now tell me, ye maids,
How could I refuse?
His lips they were sweet,
and so binding his vows:
We went and were marry'd,
and Jamie loves me still;
And we live beside the hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms in the valley,
that blooms in the vale;
We live beside the hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.

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