Bonny Bet of Aberdeen

Just at the close of summers day, How sweet the blooming blossoms seem, So sweet the time I pass away, Wi bonny Bet of Aberdeen.

Whene'er I sit beneath the shade, Or wander o'er the lee, To meet the charming village maid, That kindly smiles on me.

She's fresh and fair as the violet rose, The blithest lass that sports the green. I'll follow her wher'er she goes, O bonny Bet of Aberdeen.

She vows she loves but me alone, And I believe her sparkling een, I long for to unite in one, Wi bonny Bet of Abrdeen.

Our Wedding day we'll crown wi joy. While the nymphs and swains dance on the green, And I shall be a happy boy, When blest wi Bet of Aberdeen.