| Here’s a health to you, bonnie Kellswater
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| For its there you’ll find the pleasures of life
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| And its there you’ll find a fishing and farming
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| And a bonnie wee girl for your wife
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| On the hills and the glens and the valleys
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| Grows the softest of women so fine
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| And the flowers are all dripping with honey
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| There lives Martha, a true love of mine
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| Bonnie Martha, you’re the first girl I courted
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| You’re the one put my heart in a snare
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| And if ever I should lose you to another
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| I will leave my Kellswater so fair
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| For this one and that one may court her
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| But no other can take her from me
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| For I love her as I love my Kellswater
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| Like the primrose is loved by the bee
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| Here’s a health to you, bonnie Kellswater
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| For its there you’ll find the pleasures of life
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| And its there you’ll find a fishing and farming
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| And a bonnie wee girl for your wife |