O DINNA THINK, MY BONNIE LASS. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 246-247.

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O DINNA THINK , MY BONNIE LASS . O dinna think , my bonnie lass , that I'm gaun to leave thee ! I'll nobbet gae to yonder town , and I'll come and see thee ; Gin the night be ne'er sae dark , and I be ne'er sae weary , O ! I'll tak a staff into my hand , and come and see my dearie , O ! O dinna think , my bonnie lass , that I'll e'er forsake thee ! I mean to act an honest part , and loyally to take thee ; For thou art mine , and I'll be thine , and sure we'll never weary , O ! I'll meet thee at the kirk-gate , my ain kind dearie , O ! The fairest words o' wooing men they often turn to marriage strife ; There's Sandy , how he dawtit Jean , but now he flytes now she's his wife ; Ance she was good and fair , o' her he'd never weary , O ! But now , I trow , he cares nae mair for his kind dearie , O ! But Sandy , lass , ye ken fu' weel , car'd nought but for her siller ; 'Twas love of goud and glittering show that ay band him till her ; But I've nae band but love alane , and that can never weary , O ! Therefore consent and wear the chain , my ain kind dearie , O !