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Bonny Bee Ho'm
B Y Arthur's Dale as late I went I heard a heavy moan ; I heard a ladie lamenting sair, And ay she cried ' Ohone !
' Ohone, alas ! what shall I do,
Tormented night and day I I never loved a love but ane,
And now he 's gone away.
in ' But I will do for my true-love
What ladies wou'd think sair ; For seven year shall come and go
Ere a kaim gang in my hair.
' There shall neither a shoe gang on my foot,
Nor a kaim gang in my hair, Nor e'er a coal nor candle-light
Shine in my bower nae mair.'
v She thought her love had been on the sea,
Fast sailing to Bee Horn ; But he was in a quiet cham'er,
Hearing his ladie's moan.
' Be husht, be husht, my ladie dear,
I pray thee mourn not so ; For I am deep sworn on a book
To Bee Ho'm for to go.'
kaim] comb. cham'er] chamber.