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And merrily turn’d up the grass,
Bonny Jockie, blythe and free,
Won her heart right merrily,
Yet still she blush’d, and frowning cried
Na, na, it winna do,
I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to.
But when he vow’d he wad mak her his bride,
Tho’ his docks and herds were but few,
She gied him her hand & a kiss beside,
And vow’d she’d for ever be true.
Bonny Jockie, blythe and free
Won her heard right merrily;
At kirk she nae and frowling cried,
Na, na, it winna do;
I canna, canna ,winna, winna,manna buckle to.
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’Twas in that season of the year,
When all things gay and sweet appear,
That Colin, with the morning ray,
Arose and sang his rural lay.
