Page:Five Scotch songs (1).pdf/5

 At nine o'clock the lads convene,

Some clad in blue, some clad in green,

Wi' shinin' buckles in their sheen,

And flowers upon their waistcoats.

Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.

Out cam' the wives a' wi' a phrase,

And wish'd the lasses happy days,

And muckle thought they o' their claise,

Especially the breast-knots.

Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.

Where now the trees are budding green,

And flowers bloom on the lea,

The time I us'd to meet my love,

Beneath yon spreading tree,

My happy days it brings to mind,

But, ah! those days are gone:-

Yet still I'll tune the pipe I got

Frae John o' Badenyon.

For my false love he prov'd untrue,

And left me here to mourn;

And often wet wi' ev'ning dew,

I've sat beneath this thorn.

I've wander'd here, I've wander'd there,

But rest I could find none,

Until I met beneath this shade,

Wi' John o' Badenyon.