Karen Matheson - Bonnie Jean lyrics

There was a la** 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 la**ie 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