My Love's Bonny

My love's bonny as bonny can be,
My love's blithe as the bird on the tree ;
But I like my bonny lass, an' she loes me,
An' we'll meet by our bower in the morning.
O, how I will cling unto my love's side,
And I will kiss my bonny, bonny bride j
And I'll whisper a vow, whatever betide,
To my little flower in the morning.

Her breath is as sweet as the fragrant shower
Of dew that is blawn frae the rowan-tree flower ;
Oh ! never were the sweets of vernal bower,
Like my love's cheek in the morning.

Her eye is the blue-bell of the spring,
Her hair is the blackbird's bonny wing;
To her dear side, oh ! how I'll cling,
On our greenwood walk in the morning.