The Musical Charmer/The bonny Hawthorn
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 hawthornthat 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 meboth long and sincere;That none on the greenwas so gentle and fair;I listen’d with pleasureto Jamie's tender tale,Beneath the bonny hawthornthat blooms in the vale.That blooms, &c.
O hark, says he Nan;to the birds in the grove,How charming their songand inciting to love! The briars, clad with roses,perfume the passing gale;And sweet's the bonny hawthornthat blooms in the vale.That blooms, &c.
His words were so moving,and looks soft and kind,Convinc'd me the youthhad no guile in his mind;My heart too confess'd himthe flower of the dale,Beneath the bonny hawthornthat 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 hawthornthat 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 hawthornthat blooms in the vale.That blooms in the valley,that blooms in the vale;We live beside the hawthornthat blooms in the vale.
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