Blue-bells adorning

On a bonny April morning

By the grey & green wood side
Where the blue-bells were adorning
There a pretty girl I spied
Her hair was brown & curling
Her eyes were bright & blue
Where the mossy brook was purling
O I loved the maiden true

I loved her fond & tender
Aye tenderly & true
So heavens love defend her
A rose half blown i' dew
A blue-bell in the white thorn green
A violet in the shade
The sweetest flower Id ever seen
Was that all beauteous maid

Her face was young & pretty
& sweetly she could sing
& her bright eye drop't pity
At every cruel thing
The place was full of blue bells
Where that pretty girl I spied
A heaven in the green dells
Hid in this world so wide

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