CCLXIV.
Reading edition
THERE WAS A BONNIE LASS.
[A snatch of an old strain, trimmed up a little for the Museum.]
I.
There was a bonnie lass, And a bonnie, bonnie lass, And she lo’ed her bonnie laddie dear; Till war’s loud alarms Tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi’ mony a sigh and tear.
II.
Over sea, over shore, Where the cannons loudly roar, He still was a stranger to fear; And nocht could him quell, Or his bosom assail, But the bonnie lass he lo’ed sae dear.