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 Could I refuse the charming man?

ah! no, his passion mov’d me.

My bonny, bonny, &c.

My Willie's love to me is joy,

I own it soon believe me;

To kirk I’ll hie wi' my bonny boy

for he will ne'er deceive me.

My bonny, bonny, &c.

By pleasure long infected,

Kind heaven when least expected

My devious path directed

to Nan of Logie green;

Where thousand sweets repose 'em

In quiet's unruffled bosom,

I found my peerless blossom,

the pride of Logie green.

The city Belle, perchance, ay,

Will blame my youthful fancy,

But she ne'er saw my Nancy

the pride of Logie green.

Her cheek the vermeil rose is,

Her smile a heaven discloses,

No lily leaf that blows is,

so fair on Logie green.

Ye town bred fair forgive me,

Your arms must ne'er receive me,