The Bonny Hawthorn

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One mid-summer’s morn
When old nature looked gay
I met my lovely Jeannie
A-taking the air.
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I said my love-like creature
Pray tell me where you dwell
Beside the bonny Hawthorn
That blooms in the dell.
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She pressed me and said
That my love was sincere
That no-one on the green
Was so charming and fair.
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Then hark bonny best
How the birds in yon grove
How delightful they sing
When invited to roam.
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Then listen with pleasure
To a kind and tender tale
Beside the bonny hawthorn
That blooms in the vale.
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I kissed her and told her
My love would never fail
Beside the bonny hawthorn
That blooms in the vale.