Tak your auld cloak about ye (3)/The Bonny Brucket Lassie

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THE BONNY BRUCKET LASSIE.

The bonny brucket lassie,
⁠I saw her late yestreen;
She was the fairest lassie,
⁠That danced on the green.
A lad he lo‘ed her dearly,
⁠She did his love return;
But be his vows has broken,
⁠And left her for to mourn.

My shape, she says, was handsome,
⁠My face was fair and clean,
But now I‘m bonny brucket,
⁠Oblig‘d to ly my lane.
My eyes were bright and sparkling,
⁠Before they changed their hue;
But now they're dull with weeping,
⁠And a' my love, for you.

My person it was comely,
⁠My shape they said was neat;
But now I am quite changed,
⁠My stavs they winna meet.
A' night I' sleeped soundly,
⁠My mind was never sad;
But now my rest is broken,
⁠Wi‘ thinking on my lad.

O could I live in darkness,
⁠Or hide me in the sea,
Since my love is unfaithful,
⁠And has forsaken me.

No other love I suffer'd,
⁠Within my breast to dwell;
In nought I have offended.
⁠But loving him too well.

Her lover heard her mourning,
⁠As by he chanc'd to pass;
And press'd unto his bosom,
⁠The lovely brucket lass.
My dear, he said, cease grieving,
⁠Since that your love's so true,
My bonny brucket lassie,
⁠I'll faithful prove to you.