The Book of Scottish Song/My bonnie lassie's dead

My bonnie lassie’s dead.

[James Macdonald.—Here first printed.—Air, "A mile abune Dundee."]

Oh! my bonnie lassie's dead,
⁠My bliss an' joy on earth's fled;
Oh! my bonnie lassie's dead,
⁠An' lies on Endrick lea.

Her brow was like a lily flower,
Smiling 'neath a balmy bower,
An' glist'ning i' the momin' hour
⁠Amang the dew o' May.
Her e'e was like the bonnie bell,
That dances on a sparklin' well,
When daylight fa's o'er muir an' fell,
⁠An' wakes the well to play.

Her cheek had a' the hues that lie
On a' that's fair in earth or sky,
When summer winds are singing by
⁠A canty, gleesome air.
The winds may sing o'er glen an' lea;
The flowers may bloom, but no for me;
That brow an' e'e, that cheek I'll see
⁠Smiling here nae mair.

A leaf afore the wintry blast,
Though sairly bruised an' sadly cast,
Will find a resting place at last,
⁠But ah! there's nane for me.
Whar can I gang, whar can I bide,
Sin' she, my bonnie winsome bride,
Is ta'en for ever frae my side?
⁠Why didna death tak' me?

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