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362 THE BONNY BOWS O' LONDON.
They could not ken her foot sae fair, 15
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; The shoes o' gowd they were so rare,
At the bonny, bonny bows 0' London.
Her father's fiddler he came by,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; so
Upstarted her ghaist before his eye,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.
" Ye'll take a lock o' my yellow hair,"
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding ; " Ye'll make a string to your fiddle there," w
At the bonny, bonny bows 0' London.
" Ye'll take a lith o' my little finger bane,"
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding ; " And ye'll make a pin to your fiddle then,"
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. 60
He's ta'en a lock o' her yellow hair,
Hey w? the gay and the grinding ; And made a string to his fiddle there,
At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.
He's taen a lith o' her little finger bane, 85
Hey vbJ the gay and the grinding; And he's made a pin to his fiddle then,
At the bonny, bonny bows 0' London.
The firstand spring the fiddle did play,
Hey wi' the gay and the grinding ; n
Said, " Ye'll drown my sister, as she's dune me," At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. |
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