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 midsummer morning, all nature look’d gay,

I met my dear Jamie a tedding the hay,

Who said, my lovely treasure, come see where I dwell,

Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale:

That blooms in the valley, that blooms in the vale;

Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.

He prais’d me, and said that his love was sincere,

Not one on the green was so charming and fair;

I listen’d, with pleasure, to Jamie's tender tale.

Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.

That blooms, &c.

O hark, bonny Bess, to the birds in yon grove.

How delightfu’ they sing, how inviting to love:

The briers, deck’d wi’ roses, perfume the fanning gale,

Beside the bonny Hawthorn that blooms in the vale.

That blooms, &c.

His looks were so pleasing, his words soft and kind.

They told me the youth had no guile in his mind;

My heart, too, confess’d him the flower of all the dale,

Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.

That blooms, &c.

I tried for to go, and oft said I could not stay,

But he would not leave me, nor let me away;

Still pressing his suit, at last he did prevail,

Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.

That blooms, &c.

Now tell me, ye maidens, how I could refuse,

His lips were so sweet, and so binding his vows;

We went and were married, and most cordially we dwell.

Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.

That blooms, &c.