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| WHEN Januar’ wind was blawing cauld, | |
| As to the north I took my way, | |
| The mirksome night did me enfauld, | |
| I knew na where to lodge till day: | |
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| By my gude luck a maid I met, | 5 |
| Just in the middle o’ my care, | |
| And kindly she did me invite | |
| To walk into a chamber fair. | |
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| I bow’d fu’ low unto this maid, | |
| And thank’d her for her courtesie; | 10 |
| I bow’d fu’ low unto this maid, | |
| An’ bade her make a bed to me; | |
| She made the bed baith large and wide, | |
| Wi’ twa white hands she spread it doun; | |
| She put the cup to her rosy lips, | 15 |
| And drank—“Young man, now sleep ye soun’.” | |
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| Chorus.—The bonie lass made the bed to me, | |
| The braw lass made the bed to me, | |
| I’ll ne’er forget till the day I die, | |
| The lass that made the bed to me. | 20 |
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| She snatch’d the candle in her hand, | |
| And frae my chamber went wi’ speed; | |
| But I call’d her quickly back again, | |
| To lay some mair below my head: | |
| A cod she laid below my head, | 25 |
| And servèd me with due respect, | |
| And, to salute her wi’ a kiss, | |
| I put my arms about her neck. | |
| The bonie lass, &c. | |
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| “Haud aff your hands, young man!” she said, | 30 |
| “And dinna sae uncivil be; | |
| Gif ye hae ony luve for me, | |
| O wrang na my virginitie.” | |
| Her hair was like the links o’ gowd, | |
| Her teeth were like the ivorie, | 35 |
| Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine, | |
| The lass that made the bed to me: | |
| The bonie lass, &c. | |
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| Her bosom was the driven snaw, | |
| Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see; | 40 |
| Her limbs the polish’d marble stane, | |
| The lass that made the bed to me. | |
| I kiss’d her o’er and o’er again, | |
| And aye she wist na what to say: | |
| I laid her ’tween me and the wa’; | 45 |
| The lassie thocht na lang till day. | |
| The bonie lass, &c. | |
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| Upon the morrow when we raise, | |
| I thank’d her for her courtesie; | |
| But aye she blush’d and aye she sigh’d, | 50 |
| And said, “Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me.” | |
| I claps’d her waist, and kiss’d her syne, | |
| While the tear stood twinkling in her e’e; | |
| I said, my lassie, dinna cry. | |
| For ye aye shall make the bed to me. | 55 |
| The bonie lass, &c. | |
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| She took her mither’s holland sheets, | |
| An’ made them a’ in sarks to me; | |
| Blythe and merry may she be, | |
| The lass that made the bed to me. | 60 |
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| Chorus.—The bonie lass made the bed to me, | |
| The braw lass made the bed to me. | |
| I’ll ne’er forget till the day I die, | |
| The lass that made the bed to me. | |
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