Part 2 — No 106 THE BONNY BIRD

1 I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird, And I thought to make him my own; But he loves a she far better than me, And has taken his flight and is flown. 2 I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird, O I lovèd I vow and protest. I lovèd him well, and O! so very well I built him a nest in my breast. 3 O since he is gone, I will let him alone, Although that I ache and I burn. If he loves a she far better than me, Then I hope he will not return. 4 I lookèd to East and I lookèd to West The weather was hot and was calm. And then I did spy my own bonny bird Was perch'd on another maid's arm. 5 Then up the green valley and down the green grove, As one distracted in mind, With whoop and halloo, in sorrow I rove No other such bird will I find. 6 Now if she have gotten my bonny bird, I never shall get him again. But though I have lost him for ever a day, I'll think of him still in my pain.