CCLXIV. There Was a Bonnie Lass

[A snatch of an old strain, trimmed up a little for the Museum.]

I.

There was a bonnie lass,
And a bonnie, bonnie lass,
And she lo’ed her bonnie laddie dear;
Till war’s loud alarms
Tore her laddie frae her arms,
Wi’ mony a sigh and tear.

II.

Over sea, over shore,
Where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a stranger to fear;
And nocht could him quell,
Or his bosom assail,
But the bonnie lass he lo’ed sae dear.