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Bonnie bessie logan she's handsome young and fair |
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And oh the very wind that blows it lingers in her hair |
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She's lithesome young and lovely as she comes o'er the lea |
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But bonnie bessie logan was owre young for me |
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Bonnie bessie logan the lads all lo'ed her style |
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And all come on afore her tae win her lovin' smile |
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I fain would be among them but och that canna be |
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For bonnie bessie logan was owre young for me |
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Bonnie bessie logan she stole my heart awa' |
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And when i think upon her the tears doon softly fa' |
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For noo i lie wi' this ain until the day i die |
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For bonnie bessie logan was owre young for me |
