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 My bonny, bonny lowland Will, My bonny lowland Willie.

'Twas o'er the downs he first began, To tell how well he lov'd me; 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 hae wi' my bonny boy, For he will ne'er deceive me. My bonny, bonny, &c.

From night to morn I take my glass, In hopes to forget my Chloe; But tho' I take the pleasing draught, She's ne'er the less before me: Ah! no, no, no, wine cannot cure, The pain I endure for my Chloe.

To wine I flew to ease the pain, Her beauteous charms created; But wine more firmly bound the chain, And love would not be cheated. Ah, no, no, no, &c.