my bonnie blue
The eyes of our bonnie blue
her lips like the morning dew
lily white dress shining through
a year as to pass i love you true
too be alive with my bonnie blue
on her finger a gold ring for thee
her lovely bosom sweet mild dew
she charms my soul to thee i bow
to be with her my bonnie so blue
with her smile my golden my wee child
but spare my blush where i thee seek
refuse my hand my head all in the sand
gate to thy upon i fear tis shut my fate
my bonnie blue eyes i cry a tear for thee
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