| Lady Mary Anne looked over the castle wall
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| And there she saw twa bonny laddies playing at the ball
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| And the youngest of them was the fairest of all
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| He’s my bonny boy he’s young and he’s growing O O father dearest father you have done me a great wrong
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| For to go and get married to a lad who is so young
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| For he being only sixteen years and I am twenty one
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| He’s my bonny boy he’s young and he’s growing O Daughter dearest daughter I have done you no wrong
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| For to go and get you married to a lad who is so young
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| He will be a match for you when I am dead and gone
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| He’s your bonny boy he’s young and he’s growing O Father dearest father then I’ll tell you what we’ll do We’ll send my love to college for another year or two
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| All around his college cap we’ll bind the ribbons blue
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| To let the ladies know that he’s married O Well young Charlie Cochrane was the sprout of an oak
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| Blithe aye and bonny and straight was his neck
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| And the sun when it shone it was all for his sake
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| He will be the pride of the forest O Lady Mary Anne was the flower among the dew
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| Blithe aye and bonny and straight was her shoe
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| The longer she blossomed well the sweeter she grew
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| For the lilly in the bud will be bonnier O The summer it is gone and the leaves they were green
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| Happy were the days that both you and I have seen
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| Ah but far happier days I trust will come again
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| For my bonny boy he’s young and he’s growing O Oh well at the age of sixteen years he was a married man
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| At the age of seventeen the father of his son
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| Ah but at the age of eighteen o’er his grave the grass grew green
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| Cruel death had put an end to his growing O I will weave my love a shroud of the ornamental brown
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| While I am a weaving it the tears they will fall down
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| For once I had a true love but now he’s lying low
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| I’ll nurse his bonny boy while he’s growing O |