| 歌曲 | Bonnie Jean |
| 歌手 | Karen Matheson |
| 专辑 | Time To Fall |
| 作曲 : Burns, Kennedy | |
| There was a lass an she was fair at kirk an' market tae be seen | |
| When aw oor fairest maids were met, the flower o' them, bonnie Jean | |
| Aye, she wrought her country work an she sang sae joyfully | |
| The bonniest bird upon the bush hae ne'er a lighter heart than she | |
| But hawks will rob the tender joys that bless the lint white nest | |
| Frost will blight the fairest flower, love will break the soundest rest | |
| For she met a braw young lad, the pride o'aw his glen | |
| And he had owsen, sheep and kye, an bonnie horses nine or ten | |
| The lad took Jeanie tae the tryst, danced the lassie on the down | |
| Lang ere witless, Jeannie wist her heart wis tint, her peace was stown | |
| As in the bosom o' the stream the moon dwells at dewy een | |
| So trembling pure was tender love within the breast o' bonnie Jean | |
| Monies a bird sang sweet o'love, flowers bloom ower the dale | |
| An close tae her he aft did lay and whispered this, his tender tale | |
| O Jeannie fair, I love thee dear an will ye gang wi me | |
| Aye, an leave your parent's hame, and nothing else will trouble thee | |
| So what could helpless Jeannie do? | |
| She had nae will tae say him naw | |
| At length she blushed a sweet consent | |
| And love was aye between them twa |
| zuò qǔ : Burns, Kennedy | |
| There was a lass an she was fair at kirk an' market tae be seen | |
| When aw oor fairest maids were met, the flower o' them, bonnie Jean | |
| Aye, she wrought her country work an she sang sae joyfully | |
| The bonniest bird upon the bush hae ne' er a lighter heart than she | |
| But hawks will rob the tender joys that bless the lint white nest | |
| Frost will blight the fairest flower, love will break the soundest rest | |
| For she met a braw young lad, the pride o' aw his glen | |
| And he had owsen, sheep and kye, an bonnie horses nine or ten | |
| The lad took Jeanie tae the tryst, danced the lassie on the down | |
| Lang ere witless, Jeannie wist her heart wis tint, her peace was stown | |
| As in the bosom o' the stream the moon dwells at dewy een | |
| So trembling pure was tender love within the breast o' bonnie Jean | |
| Monies a bird sang sweet o' love, flowers bloom ower the dale | |
| An close tae her he aft did lay and whispered this, his tender tale | |
| O Jeannie fair, I love thee dear an will ye gang wi me | |
| Aye, an leave your parent' s hame, and nothing else will trouble thee | |
| So what could helpless Jeannie do? | |
| She had nae will tae say him naw | |
| At length she blushed a sweet consent | |
| And love was aye between them twa |