Bonny Jamie O

Where new-mown hay, on winding Tay, The sweet of spring discloses, As I one morning singing lay, Upon a bank of roses; Young Jamie whisking o'er the mead By good luck chanc'd to spy me, He took his bonnet off his head, And saftly sat down by me. My bonny, bonny Jamie O. My bonny, bonny Jamie O. I care not tho' the world should know How dearly I love Jamie O.

The swain tho' I right mickle prize, Yet now I wad na' ken him, But with a frown my heart disguis'd, And strave awa' to send him; But fondly he still nearer prest, And at my feet down lying; His beating heart it thump'd sae fast, I thought the lad was dying. My bonny, &c.

But still resolving to deny, And angry passion feigning, I after roughly shot him by, Wi' words fu' o' disdaining; He seized my hand, and nearer drew, And gently chiding a' my pride; So sweetly did the shepherd woo, I blushing vowed to be his bride. My bonny. &c,