MY BONNIE, BONNIE JEAN
(SHE COMES FRAE BONNIE SCOTLAND WHERE THE BLUEBELLS GROW)
by
HarryLauder
Contributed by Bruce McCausland
 

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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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