Shoo wor a bonny, bonny lass,
Her e’en as black as sloas;
Her hair a flyin thunner claad,
Her cheeks a blowin rooas.
Her smile coom like a sunny gleam
Her cherry lips to curl;
Her voice wor like a murm’ring stream
‘At flowed throo banks o’ pearl.
Aw long’d to claim her for mi own,
But nah mi love is crost;
An aw mun wander on alooan,
An mourn for her aw’ve lost.
Aw could’nt ax her to be mine,
Wi’ poverty at th’ door:
Aw nivver thowt breet e’en could shine
Wi’ love for one so poor;
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But nah ther’s summat i’ mi breast,
Tells me aw miss’d mi way:
An lost that lass I loved the best
Throo fear shoo’d say me nay.
Aw long’d to claim her for, &c.
Aw saunter’d raand her cot at morn,
An oft i’th’ dark o’th’ neet,
Aw’ve knelt mi daan i’th’ loin to find
Prints ov her tiny feet.
An under th’ window, like a thief,
Aw’ve crept to hear her spaik;
An then aw’ve hurried hooam agean
For fear mi heart wod braik.
Aw long’d to claim her for, &c.
Another bolder nor misen,
Has robb’d me o’ mi dear;
An nah aw ne’er may share her joy,
An ne’er may dry her tear.
But tho’ aw’m heartsick, lone, an sad,
An tho’ hope’s star is set;
To know shoo’s lov’d as aw’d ha lov’d
Wod mak me happy yet.
Aw long’d to claim her for mi own, &c.
(John Hartley)
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