’TWAS WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN.
’Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town,
In the rosy time of the year,
Sweet flowers bloom’d, and the grass was down.
And each shepherd woo’d his dear.
Bonnie Jockie, blithe and gay,
Kiss’d sweet Jenny making hay;
The lassie blush’d, and frowning cried,
Na, na, it winna do;
I canna, canna, winna, winna, maunna buckle to
Jockie was a wag who never would wed,
Though lang he had followed the lass;
Contented she earn’d and ate her brown bread,
And merrily turn’d up tho grass.
Bonnie Jockie, blithe 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, maunna buckle to.
But when he vow’d he would make her his bride,
Though his flocks and his herds were not few,
She gied him her hand, and a kiss beside,
And vow’d she’d for ever be true.
Bonnie Jockie, blithe and free.
Won her heart right merrily;
At kirk she nae mair frowning cried,
Na, na, it winna do;
I canna, cauna, winna, winna, maunna buckle to.
