Traditional Scottish Folk
Bogey’s Bonnie Belle
[Verse 1]
At Whitsun fair in Huntleigh town
One evening for to see
I met with Bogey O'Cairnie
And with him I did agree
For to drive his two best horses
For horses I know how
For to drive his two best horses
Likewise his cattle plow
[Verse 2]
Oh, and Bogey had a daughter
Her name was Isabelle
She's the lily of the valley
And the primrose of the dell
And when she went out walkin'
She took me for her guide
Down by the banks at Cairnie
For to watch the small fish glide
[Verse 3]
Oh, and whеn three months had passed and gone
And Bellе, she lost her bloom
And the roses fell from off her cheeks
And she began to swoon
And when nine months had passed and gone
She bought to me a son
And I was quickly sent for
Oh, to see what could be done
[Verse 4]
I said that I would marry her
But, oh, that would not do
Oh, "For you're no match for Isabelle
And she's no match for you"
Oh, now I've left old Huntleigh town
And all without my fee
Oh, I couldn't watch my dear condemned
To a live of misery
[Verse 5]
Now she's married to a tinker lad
Who comes from Huntleigh town
Mending pots and pans and paraffin lamps
They scour the country 'round
Oh, she might have had a better match
Of that I cannot tell
Oh, so fair thee well, old Huntleigh town
And to Bogey's bonnie Belle
And to Bogey's bonnie Belle
Bogey's bonnie Belle
Bogey's bonnie Belle