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kend that I could never fail; But she prinn'd the dishclout to his tail, And cool'd him wi' a water-pail,
 * And kept her bawbee.

Then Johnie cam', a lad o' sense, Although he had no mony pence; And took young Jenny to the spence,
 * Wi' her to crack a wee.

Now Johnie was a clever chiel', And here his suit he press'd sae weel, That Jenny's heart grew saft as jeel,
 * And she birl'd her bawbee.

Bonny lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonny lassie, will ye go
 * To the birks of Aberfeldy.

How simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlets plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days
 * In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Bonny lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonny lassie, will ye go
 * To the birks of Aberfeldy.