Bonny Blue-Eyed Nancy How could I live on the top of a mountain With no money in my pocket and no gold for the counting For I would let the money go, all for to please her fancy And I would marry no one but my own dear blue eyed Nancy She's my bonny blue eyed lassie with an air so sweet and tender Her walk like swans on water and her waist so small and slender Her golden hair in ringlets fell all o'er her snow white shoulder And I'll ask her for to marry me and no-one could be bolder Now there's some people tell me that she's very low in station And there's more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination But let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still Till the day that I die she'll be my own lovely lady How lightly skims the swallow o'er the dark waters of Eochaill And blithely sings the nightingale so happy to behold her The winds may blow, the moorcocks crow, the moon shine out so clearly-o Ah but deeper by far is my love for my own lady Now there's some people tell me that she's very low in station And there's more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination But let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still Till the day that I die she'll be my own lovely lady MR apr97
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