BONNY MALLY STEWART.
The cold winter is p'st and gone,
and now comes on the soring,
And I am one of the king's life guards
and I must go fight far my king my dear;
And I mnst go fight for my king.
Now since to the wars you must go,
one thing I pray grant me
It's I will dress myself in man's attire,
and I'll travel along with thee my dear;
And I'll travel along with thee.
I would not for ten thousand worlds,
that my love endangered were;
The rattling of drums and shining of swords,
will cause great sorrow and wo my dear,
Will cause great sorrow and wo.
I will do the thing for my true love,
that she will not do fo me
It's I'll put cuffs of luck on my red coat,
and mourn till the day I ⟨die⟩, my dear,
And mourn till the day I die.
