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Bonnie George Campbell

rode out on a day.

Saddled and briddled

and booted rade he;

Toom[46] hame cam' the saddle,

but never cam' he.

Down cam' his auld mither,

greetin'[47] fu' sair,

And down cam' his bonny wife,

wringin' her hair:—

"My meadow lies green,

and my corn is unshorn,

My barn is to build

and my babe is unborn."

Saddled and briddled

and booted rade he;

Toom hame cam' the saddle

but never cam' he.

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I had a little bird,

I took it from the nest;

I prest it, and blest it,

And nurst it in my breast.

I set it on the ground,

I danced round and round,

And sang about it so cheerly,

With "Hey my little bird, and ho my little bird,

And ho but I love thee dearly!"

I make a little feast

Of food soft and sweet,

I hold it in my breast,

And coax it to eat;

I pit, and I pat,

I call it this and that,

And sing about it so cheerly,

With "Hey my little bird, and ho my little bird,

And ho but I love thee dearly!"

I may kiss, I may sing,

But I can't make it feed,

It taketh no heed