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In the nice wee hoosie
on the banks o' Loch Lomond
Lives the bonnie lass
that I love best.
There's no mistake
aboot her,
For there's no anither
like her in the west.
She lives wi' her
grannie, her dear auld grannie,
And very fond o' her
she seems to be.
I ken her grannie
loves her,
But there's no one
loves her half as much as me.
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I love my Jean, my
bonnie, bonnie Jean.
she's very fascinating,
and she's only seventeen.
Her hair is nice and
crimpy, her cheeks are like the rose,
And she comes frae
Bonnie Scotland where the bluebells grows.
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The first time I met
her she was for a pail of water,
She was waitin' on
it fillin' at a spring.
As she was standin'
waitin'I said, "No use hesitatin'!"
So I asked her if
she'd like to wear a ring.
She said that I was
cheeky, I was sly and sleeky,
She said she thought
I'd rather much to say.
But I said, "Yer such
a beauty that I'll have to do my duty.
So I kiss'd her 'cause
there's danger in delay.
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When her and me go
courtin' doon the gairden in th gloamin'
Underneath an auld
oak tree three times a week,
I just slip my arm
'roon her, and wi' kisses nearly droon her,
Then she lets me warm
my chin against her cheek.
She's such a dear
wee dearie, sae kind and cheery,
And on her face there's
aye a sunny smile,
She's what you'd ca'
perfection, so I've made a fine selection;
Just to see her
I would walk ten thousand miles.
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I think I'll ask her
grannie if she'll let me marry Jean,
'Cause I think her
grannie's very fond o' me.
I never would offend
her, 'cause many a bob I lend her,
And I often gi'e her
toddy in her tea.
Her grannie likes
a drappie, it makes her happy;
She says it helps
to drive away her care;
So when her grannie's
noddy, noddy, drinking toddy,
Jean and me just occupy
the chair.
Spoken:
I said to her grannie
the ither nicht, I said, "Grannie, there's an epicdemic going about
the noo." she said,
"What is it?" I said, "it's marriageitis." "Well" she
said "that (unreadable)
business is very dangerous;
don't contact it." I said, "I have" And I said, "Grannie, Jean
told me
to tell ye, she has it too."
She said, "Ye wee rascal, ye're in love." I said, "Guilty."
I said, "Grannie,
if yeer chair could speak
it could tell you a tale, but, (I said) Grannie, I'll tell ye mysel'."
So I
slipped may arms roon auld
Grannie's neck and sang this into her ear-
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