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8 Sweet flowers bloom’d, and the grass was down,

And each shepherd woo’d his dear.

Bonnie Jockie, blythe and gay,

Kissed sweet Jenny making hay:

The lassie blush'd, and frowning cry'd,

Na, na, it winna do;

I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.

Jockie was a wag that never wad wed,

Tho‘ lang he had follow'd the lass,

Contented she earn'd and ate her brown bread,

And merrily turn'd up the grass.

Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free,

Won her heart right merrily.

Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cry‘d,

Na, na, it winna do;

I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.

But when he vow'd he wad mak her his bride,

Tho’ his flocks and his herds were not few,

She gied him her hand, and a kiss beside,

And vow’d she'd for ever be true,

Bonnie Jockie, bylthe and free,

Won her heart right merrily;

At kirk she nae man frowning cry‘d,

Na, na, it winna do,

I canna, canna, winna, winna, mana buckle to.