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THE BONNY BOWS O* LONDON. 361
They baith stood up upon a stane,
Hey wi the gay and the grinding; The eldest dang the youngest in,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. 20
She swimmed up, sae did she down,
Hey w? the gay and the grinding ; Till she came to the Tweed mill-dam,
At the bonny, bonny bows 0' London.
The miller's servant he came out, 25
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding ; And saw the lady floating about,
At the bonny, bonny bows 0' London.
" O master, master, set your mill,"
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding ; 30
" There is a fish, or a milk-white swan,"
At the bonny, bonny bows 0' London.
They could not ken her yellow hair,
Hey w? the gay and the grinding ; [For] the scales o' gowd that were laid there, 35
At the bonny, bonny bows 0' London.
They could not ken her fingers sae white,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; The rings o' gowd they were sae bright,
At the bonny, bonny bows 0' London. «
They could not ken her middle sae jimp,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding ; The stays 0' gowd were so well laced,
At the bonny, bonny bows 0' London. |
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