o wrang na my virginitie.”

her hair was like the links o' gowd,

her teeth were like the ivorie,

her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,

thess that made the bed to me:

the boniess, c.

her bosom was the driven snaw,

twa drifted heaps sae fair to see;

her limbs the polish'd marble stane,

thess that made the bed to me.

i kiss'd her o'er and o'er again,

and aye she wist na what to say:

iid her 'tween me and the wa';

thessie thocht nang till day.

the boniess, c.

upon the morrow when we raise,

i thank'd her for her courtesie;

but aye she blush'd and aye she sigh'd,

and said, “s, ye've ruin'd me.”

i ps'd her waist, and kiss'd her syne,

while the tear stood twinkling in her e'e;

i said, myssie, dinna cry.

for ye aye shall make the bed to me.

the boniess, c.

she took her mither's hond sheets,

an' made them a' in sarks to me;

blythe and merry may she be,

thess that made the bed to me.

chorus—the boniess made the bed to me,

the brawss made the bed to me.

i'll ne'er forget till the day i die,

thess that made the bed to me.