The Bonny Maid of Fife One evening fair he took the air Down by the River Fourth For to take his ease and to watch the geese Fly in squadrons from the north And there he spied all on the tide, He knew in all is life He'd never seen such a gentle queen As the bonny maid of fife Her eyes were like some summer fair In autums' wisdoms' door A man could find more treasure there Than in any pirates' hoard A smile so free and rich as the sea Pierced his heart like any knife As she skipped and she danced all on the sand This bonny maid of Fife And as she dances she sang the tune Of a hue both sweet and sad Her gentle tones could charm the stones Or captivate of any lad The birds began to tune their voices And set the sky alight But their notes were shrill beside the trill Of the bonnie maid of Fife He has been a traveller bold Far off from Scotland's gate Through Norway and through Holland He's plied the roving trade He's seen fair maids in London town He's lived a freemans' life But his heart's full swell He's in the spell of the bonnie maid of Fife TA APR99
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