| Now the shearing time is over, Bonnie Jess
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| And the sheep are in the clover, Bonnie Jess
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| By the creek the kine are lowing
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| And the golden crops are growing
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| While the setting sun is glowing, Bonnie Jess
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| And a kiss to you he’s blowing, Bonnie Jess
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| To your face the crimson’s rushing, Bonnie Jess
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| Ah! |
| I know why you are blushing, Bonnie Jess
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| ‘Tis the memory appearing
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| Of the promise in the clearing
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| When you said twixt hope and fearing, Bonnie Jess
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| You would wed him after shearing, Bonnie Jess
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| And now the shearing time is over, Bonnie Jess
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| And you’re looking for your lover, Bonnie Jess
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| And his horse’s hooves are ringing
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| As along the road he’s swinging
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| And a song for you he’s singing, Bonnie Jess
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| And the wedding ring he’s bringing, Bonnie Jess |