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THE BONNY HAWTHORN.
Last midsummer morning,
as going to the fair,
I met with young Jamie,
was taking the air;
He ask'd me to stay,
and indeed he did prevail,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms in the valley,
that blooms in the vale,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn,
that blooms in the vale.
as going to the fair,
I met with young Jamie,
was taking the air;
He ask'd me to stay,
and indeed he did prevail,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms in the valley,
that blooms in the vale,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn,
that blooms in the vale.
He said, he had lov’d me
both long and sincere;
That none on the green
was so gentle and fair;
I listen’d with pleasure
to Jamie's tender tale,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.
both long and sincere;
That none on the green
was so gentle and fair;
I listen’d with pleasure
to Jamie's tender tale,
Beneath the bonny hawthorn
that blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.
O hark, says he Nan;
to the birds in the grove,
How charming their song
and inciting to love!
to the birds in the grove,
How charming their song
and inciting to love!
