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A I lo'ed a bonny lassie,

lang I thought she'd be my ain;

Sometimes she was wond'rous saucy,

sometimes she was wond'rous fain;

She was fair, but unco fickle,

mair than ony e'er I saw;

Ilka rose it has a prickle,

but my Jenny she had twa.

She was charmin', gay and handsome,

like Burn's lovely Jean;

When she smil'd, 'twas heav'n to Johnny

but by smiles the heart's ne'er seen.

A hundred times she said she lo'ed me,

silly I believ'd it a';

Ilka rose it has a prickle,

but sause Jenny she had twa.

Thro' the bloomin' birks we've wander'd

never thought the time o'er lang;

Where the burnie rows we've daunder'd

listnin' to the birdies' sang,

Wha wou'd thought, in her fair bosom

Sic a marble heart cou'd be?