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 2 THE BONNET SO BLUE.

KINGSTON upon Woolwich, a town near Yorkshire, I lived in splendour, and free from love's car I rolled in riches and sweethearts not a few, I'm wounded by a bonny boy, and his bonne blue There came a, troop of soldiers, and soon you s hear, From Scotland to Woolwich abroad for to ste There is one among them I wish I ne'er knew He's a bonny Scots lad, and his bonnet so blu

His cheeks are like the roses, his eyes like the slo He is handsome and proper, and kills where goes, He is handsome and proper, and comely to vi He's a bonny Scots lad, and his bonnet so blu When I go to my bed I can find no rest, The thoughts of my true love still runs in my breast, The thoughts of my true love still runs in my view, He's a bonny Scots lad, and his bonnet so blu

Early in the morning when I rose from my bed I called upon Sally that is my waiting maid,