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'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town,

    In the rosy time of the year;

Sweet flowers bloom'd,

          and the grass was down,

  And each shepherd woo'd his dear.

    Bonnie Jocky, blythe and gay,

    Kiss'd sweet Jenny making hay:

The lassie blush'd, and frowning cried,

      "No, no, it will not do;

I canna, canna, wonna, wonna,

              manna buckle to."

Jocky was a wag that never would wed,

  Though long he had follow'd the lass:

Contented she earn'd

          and eat her brown bread,

  And merrily turn'd up the grass.

    Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free,

    Won her heart right merrily:

Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cried,

      "No, no, it will not do;

I canna, canna, wonna, wonna,

              manna buckle to."

But when he vow'd he would

          make her his bride,

  Though his flocks and herds

                were not few,

She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside,

  And vow'd she'd for ever be true.

    Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free,

    Won her heart right merrily:

At church she no more frowning cried,