ANDY M. STEWART - BOGIE'S BONNIE BELL lyrics

rate me

At market day in Huntley toon, an' it was there I did agree

Wi' Bogieside the farmer a twelvemonth for to fee

Tae drive his twa best horses, that's a task that I could do

Tae drive his twa best horses in the harrow and the ploo

Now Bogie had a dochter, her name was Isabelle

She was the lily o' the valley an' the primrose o' the dell

An' when she went oot walkin', she chose me for her guide

Doon by the burn at Cairnie, tae watch the fishes glide

And when three months was scarcely o'er, the lassie lost her

bloom

An' the red fell frae her bonnie cheeks an' her eyes began to

swoon

Noo, the neist nine months were past and gone, she brought tae me

a son

And I was quickly sent for tae see what could be done

I said that I would marry her, but oh that widna dae

For, "You're nae match for Bonnie Belle, an' she's nae match for

thee"

He sent me packin' doon the road, wi' nae penny o' my fee

Sae a' ye lads o' Huntley toon a lang fareweel tae ye.

But noo she's marrit tae a tinker lad, wha bides in Huntley toon

He mends pots and pans and paraffin lamps, an' scours the country

roon

Maybe she's gotten a better match - auld Bogie canna tell -

But it was me wha's ta'en the maidenheid o' Bogie's bonnie Belle