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 If you will wed a ploughboy, for ever I'll be true,

It's by you my heart is won love, and love none but you.

The lady soon consented to be his lawful bride,

And then the two was married and in sweet wedlock tied.

And now they live in splendour, and they've gold in store

The ploughboy and his lady each other do adore.

The bonny Hawthorn.

ONE summer morning all nature look'd gay,

I saw my dearest Jamie at tedding the hay,

Who said my lovely treasure, come see where I dwell

Beside the bonny hawthorn that springs in the vale

That blooms in that vale that blooms in the vale

Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.

O hark: bonny Bess, hear the birds in yon grove,

How delightful they sing, how inviting to love?

The brires deck'd with roses perfume the fanned dale

Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.

That blooms in the vale, &c.

Now tell me ye lovers if I could refuse.

My Jamie was so so pressing so binding were his vows

We went and was married, most cordially we dwell

Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.

That blooms in the vale,

FINIS.