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; 686 Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, diiiua gang and leave me Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, dinna gang and leave me; When a' the lave are sound asleep, I am dull and eerie; And a' the lee-lang niglit I'm sad, wi' thinking on my dearie. ; ; ; O dinna tliink, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave tbee Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee ; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee ; Whene'er the sun gaes out o' and see thee. sight, I'll come again Waves are rising o'er fear me the sea ; winds blaw loud and Waves are rising o'er the sea ; winds blaw loud and fear me. While the winds and waves do roar, I am wae and drearie, And gin yeloe me as ye say, ye winna gang and leave me. O never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee; Never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee Never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee; E'en let the world gang as and cheer thee. it will, I'll stay at hame Frae his hand he coost his stick ; I winna gang and leave thee ; Threw his plaid into the neuk; never can I grieve thee; Drew his boots, and flang them by ; cried. My lass, be cheerie I'll kiss the tear frae aff thy cheek, and never leave my dearie.
687 BONNIE MARY HAY. CRAWFORD. Bonnie Mary Hay, I will loe thee yet; For thine eye is the slae, and thy hair is the jet The snaw is thy skin, and the rose is thy cheek O, bonnie Mary Hay, I will loe thee yet I ; ; O, bonnie Mary Hay, will ye gang wi* me, When the sun's in the west, to the hawthorn tree, To the hawthorn tree, and the bonnie berry den ? And I'll tell thee, Mary Hay, how I loe thee then. O, bonnie Mary Hay, it is haliday to me, When thou art couthie, kind, and free There's nae clouds in the lift, nor storms in the sky, Bonnie Mary Hay, when thou art nigh. O, bonnie Mary Hay, thou mauna say me nay. But come to the bower by the hawthorn brae But come to the bower, and I'll tell ye a' what's true, How, bonnie Mary Hay, I can loe nane but you.* BEHAVE YOURSELL BEFORE FOLK. Tune—Good morning to your night-cap. Behave yoursell before folk. Behave yoursell before folk, And dinna be sae rude to me, As kiss me sae before folk. » From an amusing series of Scottish traditionary stories, entitled Tales of my Grandmother," 1825. ;
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686<br />
Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, diiiua gang and leave me<br />
Dinna gang, my bonnie lad, dinna gang and leave me;<br />
When a' the lave are sound asleep, I am dull and eerie;<br />
And a' the lee-lang niglit I'm sad, wi' thinking on my<br />
dearie.<br />
; ; ;<br />
O dinna tliink, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave tbee<br />
Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee ;<br />
Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee ;<br />
Whene'er the sun gaes out o'<br />
and see thee.<br />
sight, I'll come again<br />
Waves are rising o'er<br />
fear me<br />
the sea ; winds blaw loud and<br />
Waves are rising o'er the sea ; winds blaw loud and<br />
fear me.<br />
While the winds and waves do roar, I am wae and<br />
drearie,<br />
And gin yeloe me as ye say, ye winna gang and leave me.<br />
O never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee;<br />
Never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee<br />
Never mair, bonnie lassie, will I gang and leave thee;<br />
E'en let the world gang as<br />
and cheer thee.<br />
it will, I'll stay at hame<br />
Frae his hand he coost his stick ; I winna gang and<br />
leave thee ;<br />
Threw his plaid into the neuk; never can I grieve thee;<br />
Drew his boots, and flang them by ; cried. My lass, be<br />
cheerie<br />
I'll kiss the tear frae aff thy cheek, and never leave my<br />
dearie.