Bogie's Bonnie Belle As I cam in by Huntly toon, one morning tae fee I fell in wi' Bogie Carnie, and wi' him did agree Tae put his twa best horses, or mend his cairt and plough Or any other farmwork that I should chance to know Bogie had a daughter, her name was Isobel The lily o' the valley, and the primrose o' the dell When she went out walking, she took me for her guide Doon by the burn o' Cairney, to see the fishes glide When three months were past and gone, my lassie lost her bloom The red fell frae her rosy cheeks, her eyes began to swoon When nine months were past and over, and she'd gotten me a son I was courtly sent for, to see what could be done When I said that I would marry her, Bogie said that would'na do You're no match for my wee belle, and she's no match for you For she's going tae marry a tinkler lad, he comes from Huntly toon He mends pots and pans and jerry cans and scours the country roon Maybe she got a better lad, old Bogie canna tell So farewell ye lads o' Huntly side, and Bogie's bonnie belle.
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
