Paroles de Bogie's Bonnie Belle

As I went out by Huntley town one evening for to fee With Bogie O' Cairnie and with him I did agree To mind his two best horses or cart or harrow or plow Or anything about farmwork that I very well should know Old Bogie had a daughter, her name was Isabelle She's the lily of the valley and the primrose of the dell And when she went out walking she took me for her guide Down by the burn of Cairnie for to watch the small fish glide When three long months were passed and gone, this lassie lost her bloom The red fell from her rosy cheeks, and her eyes began to swoon Nine long months had passed and gone, she bore to me a son And I was quickly sent for to see what could be done I said that I would marry her, but no, that would not do For you're not a match for my bonnie girl, and she's not a match for you Now she's married to a tinker lad that comes from Huntley town He sells pots and pans and paraffin lamps and he scours the country 'round Now maybe she's had a better match, Bogie can nae tell So farewell, ye lads o' Huntley town and to Bogie's bonnie belle So farewell, ye lads o' Huntley town and to Bogie's bonnie belle 1