bonnie quotes

O he's a ranting roving blade! O he's a brisk and a bonnie lad! Betide what may, my heart isglad To see my lad wi' his white cockade.

-Anonymous
c 'The White Cockade'.

O ye'll tak the high road, and I'll tak the low road, And I'll be in Scotland afore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.

-Anonymous
  'The Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomond', chorus and stanza1. The author was a  Jacobite imprisoned in Carlisle.

There was twa sisters in a bower, Binnorie, O Binnorie; There came a knight to be their wooer, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.

-Ballads
'Binnorie', stanza1.

O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom, The broom of Cowdenknowes; I wish I were with my dear swain, With his pipe and my yowes.

-Ballads
'The Broom of Cowdenknowes', opening lines.

O waly, waly up the bank, And waly, waly doun the brae, And waly, waly yon burn-side Where I and my love wont to gae. I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brake Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, gin love be bonnie A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, O wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair.

-Ballads
pre-1566  'Waly, Waly', opening stanzas.

It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light, I held awa to Annie.

- Robert Burns
  'Song, The Rigs o'Barley', or 'Corn Rigs  AreBonie', stanza1.

Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An'corn rigs are bonie: I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi'Annie.

- Robert Burns
  'Song, The Rigs o' Barley', or 'Corn Rigs  Are Bonie', chorus.

   Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonie lassie.

- Robert Burns
  'My Bonie Mary', stanza1.

John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. Burns

- Robert Burns
  'John  Anderson my  Jo', stanza1. 1788  'Auld Lang Syne', stanza1. This is the most familiar version of an older, traditional song, reworked by Burns.

Bony lassie will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldey.

- Robert Burns
  'The Birks of  Aberfeldey', chorus.