Bogie's Bonny Bell    Trad. Arr.  Johnstone. 
A typically phlegmatic Scottish lowlanders tale of love made and denied;
passed down from this time Wullie Scott's brother Tam, a Dry Stane Dyker. 

As I gaed doon by Huntly  toon, yeh mornin'  tae fee; 
I fell in wi' Bogie o' Cairney, an' wi' him did agree. 

Tae coor his twae best horses and mend his cairt an' plough; 
An' do anything aboot fairmwork, I very well might know. 

But Bogie had a dochter, her name was Isa-bell; 
The  lily o' the valley and the primrose o' the dell. 

And when she went oot walkin' she chose me as her guide; 
Doon by the burn o' Cairney you can see small fishes glide. 

And when three months were over, the Lassie lost her bloom; 
The  red fell frae her rosy cheeks, and her eyes began tae swoon. 

Then when nine months were past and gone, she'd gotten me a son 
So I was courtly sent for, tae see what might be done. 

Well I said that I would marry her, Bogie said that wouldna' do; 
You're nae match for my wee bairn, and she's nae match for you. 

For she's gone tae marry a Tinker lad, he bides in Huntly toon; 
He mends pots and pans and paraffin lamps, and roams the country ëroond. 

Maybe she's got a better man, that Bogie canna' tell; 
Fareweel ye lads o' Huntly  toon an' Bogie's Bonny Bell.