THE BONNY MUIR-HEN.
My bonny muir-hen came o’er the muir,
And down among the heather ;
I bent my bow to shoot at her,
But never could come near her.
It’s ay the-nearer that she came,
She did sing the louder;
Says she, I love the young man well,
But I think you’re scant of powder.
Its hold your tongue my bonny muir-hen
And don’t laugh me to scorn;
You do not know where we may meet,
And powder in my horn.
The next time that we did meet,
Was down among the heather;
O how do you this cay my dear,
In my horn I have got powder.
I took her by the middle jimp,
Set her down among the heather ;
I kiss'd and clapp'd her all the day,
We were jocose together.
We then rose up and walked home.
Like loving lambs together;
Said I, my dear, we now mull part,
I’m now run out of powder.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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