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 Oh! my bonny Bet, sweet blossom

Was I a king so proud to wear thee,

From off the verdant couch I'd bear thee,

To grace thy faithful lover's bosom

Yet ask me where those beauties lie

I cannot say in smile or dimple,

In blooming cheek or redient eye,

'Tis happy nature wild and simple.

Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.

Let dainty beaux for ladies pine,

And sigh in numbers trite and common;

Ye gods! one darling wish be mine,

And all I ask is lovely woman.

Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.

Come dearest girl the rosy bowl,

Like thy bright eye with pleasure dancing;

My heaven art thou so take my soul,

With rapture every sense entrancing.

Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.

Twas on a Friday afternoon,

I took a trip aboon Glenfroin,

To see a concert there begin,

amang the braes o' Lomond.

That day the snaw lay on the braes,

Bright Phœbus had withdrawn his rays,