Jem of Aberdeen

The tuneful Lavrocks cheer the grove, And sweetly smells the summer green, Now o'er the mead I love to rove, Wi bonny Jem of Aberdeen Bonny Jem of Aberdeen, Bonny Jem of Aberdeen, Now o'er the mead I love to rove, Wi bonny Jem of Aberdeen. When e'er we sit beneath the broom, Or wander o'er the Lee, He's always wooing, wooing, wooing, Always wooing me.

He's fresh and fair as flow'rs in May, The blithest lad of aw the green; How sweet the time will pass away, Wi bonny Jem of Aberdeen. Bonny Jem, &c.

Wi joy I leave my father's cot, Wi ilka spot of Glen or Green, Weel pleas'd to share the humble lot Of bonny Jem of Aberdeen. Bonny Jem, &c.