Soa Bonny.

Aw've travell'd o'er land, an aw've travell'd o'er sea,     An aw've seen th' grandest lasses 'at ivver can be;     But aw've nivver met one 'at could mak mi heart glad,     Like her, - for oh! shoo wor bonny mi lad.     Shoo wornt too gooid, for her temper wor hot,     An when her tongue started, shoo wag'd it a lot;     An it worn't all pleasant, an some on it bad,     But oh! shoo wor bonny! - soa bonny mi lad.     Consaited and cocky, an full o' what's nowt,     An shoo'd say nasty things withaat ivver a thowt;     An shood try ivvery way, just to mak me get mad; - -     For shoo knew shoo wor bonny, - soa bonny mi lad.     Fowk called me a fooil to keep hingin araand,     But whear shoo'd once stept aw could worship the graand;     For th' seet ov her face cheer'd mi heart when 'twor sad,     For shoo wor soa bonny, - soa bonny mi lad.     But shoo wor like th' rest, - false, - false in her heart;     Shoo made me to love her, - an Cupid's sharp dart     Wor nobbut her fun, - wi' decait it wor clad; -     But then, shoo wor bonny; - soa bonny mi lad.     Shoo sooin wed another, - noa better nor me,     An aw hooap shoo'll be happy, though my life is dree;     An aw'll try to submit, though shoo treated me bad,     But oh! mi poor heart is nigh brokken mi lad.     Ther may come a time when her passion has cooiled,     Shoo may think ov a chap shoo unfeelingly fooiled;     Shoo may seek me agean; - if shoo does, - well, by gad!     Aw'll welcome her back. Shoo's soa bonny mi lad.