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Oh! my bonny Bet, sweet blossom
Was I a king so proud to wear thee,
From off the verdant couch I'd bear thee,
To grace thy faithful lover's bosom
Yet ask me where those beauties lie
I cannot say in smile or dimple,
In blooming cheek or redient eye,
'Tis happy nature wild and simple.
Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.
Let dainty beaux for ladies pine,
And sigh in numbers trite and common;
Ye gods! one darling wish be mine,
And all I ask is lovely woman.
Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.
Come dearest girl the rosy bowl,
Like thy bright eye with pleasure dancing;
My heaven art thou so take my soul,
With rapture every sense entrancing.
Oh! my bonny Bet, &c.
THE BRAES O’ LOMOND.
Twas on a Friday afternoon,
I took a trip aboon Glenfroin,
To see a concert there begin,
amang the braes o' Lomond.
That day the snaw lay on the braes,
Bright Phœbus had withdrawn his rays,
