O my bonny Bet

No more I'll court the town bred fair, Who shines in artificial beauty; Her native charms, without compare, Claim all my love, respect and duty. O my bonny, bonny Bet, sweet blossom, Was I a king, so proud to wear thee, From off the verdant couch I'd bear thee, To grace thy lover's bosom.

Yet ask me where those beauties lie, I cannot say in smiles or dimples In blooming cheek, or radiant eye, 'Tis happy nature, wild and simple. O my bonny, bonny Bet, &c.

Let dainty beaux for ladies pine, And sigh in numbers trite and common; Ye Gods! one darling wish be mine, And all I ask is lovely woman! O my bonny, bonny Bet, &c.

Come, dearest girl, the rosy bowl, Like thy bright eye, with pleasure dancing: My heaven art thou, so take my soul, With rapture every sense entrancing. O my bonny, bonny Bet, &c.