John Clare - Bonny La**ie O! lyrics

O the evening's for the fair, bonny la**ie O! To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there, With the dark dishevelled hair, Bonny la**ie O! The bloom's on the brere, bonny la**ie O! Oak apples on the tree; and wilt thou gang to see The shed I've made for thee, Bonny la**ie O! Tis agen the running brook, bonny la**ie O! In a gra**y nook hard by, with a little patch of sky, And a bush to keep us dry, Bonny la**ie O! There's the daisy all the year, bonny la**ie O! There's the king-cup bright as gold, and the speedwell never cold, And the arum leaves unrolled, Bonny la**ie O! O meet me at the shed, bonny la**ie O! With a woodbine peeping in, and the roses like thy skin Blushing, thy praise to win, Bonny la**ie O! I will meet thee there at e'en, bonny la**ie O! When the bee sips in the bean, and grey willow branches lean, And the moonbeam looks between, Bonny la**ie O!