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Ye bonny Belfaſt virgins now grant me ſome relief,
Or were it in your power to mitigate my grief,
Had you a tongue to prattle, you'd tell ſoft tales of
love,
of the bonny boy of Claudy who did inconſtant prove
By whoſe deluding charms I was led firſt aſtray,
When I was young and tender he did my heart betray
May unerring Cupid wound him that he may feel
the pain,
What it is to love ſincerly and not be loved again.
The Bonny Hawthorn.
ONE wild former morning all nature look'd gay,
I ſaw my deareſt Jamie at tedding the hay,
Who ſaid my lovely treaſure come ſee where I dwell
Beſide the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
That blooms in the vale, that blooms in the vale,
Beſide the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale
O hark bonny Bees, hear the birds in yon grove,
How delightful they ſing, how inviting to love,
The briers deck'd with (illegible text) perfumes the ſadn'd dale,
Beſide the bonny hawthorn that bloom in the vale.
That blooms in the vale, theat blooms in the vale,
Beſide the bonny hawthorn, &c.
His words they were ſo moving, his looks ſo ſoft
and kind,
They aſſured me the youth had no guile in his mind,
My heart too confeſs'd him the flower of the dale,
