| Bonnie bessie logan she’s handsome young and fair
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| And oh the very wind that blows it lingers in her hair
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| She’s lithesome young and lovely as she comes o’er the lea
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| But bonnie bessie logan was owre young for me Bonnie bessie logan the lads all lo’ed her style
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| And all come on afore her tae win her lovin' smile
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| I fain would be among them but och that canna be For bonnie bessie logan was owre young for me Bonnie bessie logan she stole my heart awa'
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| And when i think upon her the tears doon softly fa'
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| For noo i lie wi' this ain until the day i die
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| For bonnie bessie logan was owre young for me |