At market day in Huntley toon, twas there I did agree,
Wi' Bogieside, the fairmer, a sax-month for tae fee.
Noo Bogie wis a surly carle, and I did know this well
But Bogie had a docther braw, and her name, it was Belle.
Noo Bell, she wis the bonniest lass in a' the countryside,
And very soon I lost my heart tae the belle o' Bogieside.
And often on a simmer's nicht I'd wander wi' my dear,
Tae watch the trooties loupin', on Bogie's water clear.
Tho' weel I kent I wis nae match for Bogie's Bonnie Bell,
I tried in vain tae keep awa' fan it cam tae eventide,
But in a dream I'd wander, till we met on Bogieside.
'Twas just afore the term-time, auld Bogie cam tae me,
An' said, wi' face as black as nicht,"It's you I want tae see.
In fact my docther says is true we can nae longer 'gree.
An' it's doon the road ye'll gang, without a penny o' yer fee."
Says I, "Auld man, ye're fairly richt." I hung my head in shame.
"Bit I will mairry Bell the morn, and gie tae her my name.'
He cursed and swore, and in his rage he said that raither he
Wid see his docther lyin' deid than mairriet unto me.
Tho' I wis bit a plooman chiel, I thocht he wis some sair,
Tho' hard it wis tae pairt wi' Bell, I didna say nae mair.
Bit packed my kist and left the toon, puir Bell I didna see,
I was that mad I niver socht the wages due tae me.
And noo a tinker she has wed, his nickname's Sowder John,
She hawks his pans and roosers a' roon by Foggieloan.
They say auld Bogie rues the day that he did rave and yell.
A weel, 'Twas me first won the heart o' Bogie's Bonnie Bell.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:39.39] At market day in Huntley toon, twas there I did agree,
[00:41.52] Wi' Bogieside, the fairmer, a sax-month for tae fee.
[00:47.16] Noo Bogie wis a surly carle, and I did know this well
[01:00.90] But Bogie had a docther braw, and her name, it was Belle.
[01:03.15] Noo Bell, she wis the bonniest lass in a' the countryside,
[01:20.76] And very soon I lost my heart tae the belle o' Bogieside.
[01:21.93] And often on a simmer's nicht I'd wander wi' my dear,
[01:22.98] Tae watch the trooties loupin', on Bogie's water clear.
[01:24.00] Tho' weel I kent I wis nae match for Bogie's Bonnie Bell,
[01:51.06] I tried in vain tae keep awa' fan it cam tae eventide,
[01:55.41] But in a dream I'd wander, till we met on Bogieside.
[01:56.91] 'Twas just afore the term-time, auld Bogie cam tae me,
[02:12.06] An' said, wi' face as black as nicht,"It's you I want tae see.
[02:15.39] In fact my docther says is true we can nae longer 'gree.
[02:44.52] An' it's doon the road ye'll gang, without a penny o' yer fee."
[02:46.35] Says I, "Auld man, ye're fairly richt." I hung my head in shame.
[02:54.18] "Bit I will mairry Bell the morn, and gie tae her my name.'
[03:01.20] He cursed and swore, and in his rage he said that raither he
[03:04.35] Wid see his docther lyin' deid than mairriet unto me.
[03:05.46] Tho' I wis bit a plooman chiel, I thocht he wis some sair,
[03:06.51] Tho' hard it wis tae pairt wi' Bell, I didna say nae mair.
[03:19.56] Bit packed my kist and left the toon, puir Bell I didna see,
[03:21.42] I was that mad I niver socht the wages due tae me.
[03:28.38] And noo a tinker she has wed, his nickname's Sowder John,
[03:34.11] She hawks his pans and roosers a' roon by Foggieloan.
[03:38.22] They say auld Bogie rues the day that he did rave and yell.
[03:41.61] A weel, 'Twas me first won the heart o' Bogie's Bonnie Bell.
📝 纯歌词版本
At market day in Huntley toon, twas there I did agree,
Wi' Bogieside, the fairmer, a sax-month for tae fee.
Noo Bogie wis a surly carle, and I did know this well
But Bogie had a docther braw, and her name, it was Belle.
Noo Bell, she wis the bonniest lass in a' the countryside,
And very soon I lost my heart tae the belle o' Bogieside.
And often on a simmer's nicht I'd wander wi' my dear,
Tae watch the trooties loupin', on Bogie's water clear.
Tho' weel I kent I wis nae match for Bogie's Bonnie Bell,
I tried in vain tae keep awa' fan it cam tae eventide,
But in a dream I'd wander, till we met on Bogieside.
'Twas just afore the term-time, auld Bogie cam tae me,
An' said, wi' face as black as nicht,"It's you I want tae see.
In fact my docther says is true we can nae longer 'gree.
An' it's doon the road ye'll gang, without a penny o' yer fee."
Says I, "Auld man, ye're fairly richt." I hung my head in shame.
"Bit I will mairry Bell the morn, and gie tae her my name.'
He cursed and swore, and in his rage he said that raither he
Wid see his docther lyin' deid than mairriet unto me.
Tho' I wis bit a plooman chiel, I thocht he wis some sair,
Tho' hard it wis tae pairt wi' Bell, I didna say nae mair.
Bit packed my kist and left the toon, puir Bell I didna see,
I was that mad I niver socht the wages due tae me.
And noo a tinker she has wed, his nickname's Sowder John,
She hawks his pans and roosers a' roon by Foggieloan.
They say auld Bogie rues the day that he did rave and yell.
A weel, 'Twas me first won the heart o' Bogie's Bonnie Bell.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:39.39] At market day in Huntley toon, twas there I did agree,
[00:41.52] Wi' Bogieside, the fairmer, a sax-month for tae fee.
[00:47.16] Noo Bogie wis a surly carle, and I did know this well
[01:00.90] But Bogie had a docther braw, and her name, it was Belle.
[01:03.15] Noo Bell, she wis the bonniest lass in a' the countryside,
[01:20.76] And very soon I lost my heart tae the belle o' Bogieside.
[01:21.93] And often on a simmer's nicht I'd wander wi' my dear,
[01:22.98] Tae watch the trooties loupin', on Bogie's water clear.
[01:24.00] Tho' weel I kent I wis nae match for Bogie's Bonnie Bell,
[01:51.06] I tried in vain tae keep awa' fan it cam tae eventide,
[01:55.41] But in a dream I'd wander, till we met on Bogieside.
[01:56.91] 'Twas just afore the term-time, auld Bogie cam tae me,
[02:12.06] An' said, wi' face as black as nicht,"It's you I want tae see.
[02:15.39] In fact my docther says is true we can nae longer 'gree.
[02:44.52] An' it's doon the road ye'll gang, without a penny o' yer fee."
[02:46.35] Says I, "Auld man, ye're fairly richt." I hung my head in shame.
[02:54.18] "Bit I will mairry Bell the morn, and gie tae her my name.'
[03:01.20] He cursed and swore, and in his rage he said that raither he
[03:04.35] Wid see his docther lyin' deid than mairriet unto me.
[03:05.46] Tho' I wis bit a plooman chiel, I thocht he wis some sair,
[03:06.51] Tho' hard it wis tae pairt wi' Bell, I didna say nae mair.
[03:19.56] Bit packed my kist and left the toon, puir Bell I didna see,
[03:21.42] I was that mad I niver socht the wages due tae me.
[03:28.38] And noo a tinker she has wed, his nickname's Sowder John,
[03:34.11] She hawks his pans and roosers a' roon by Foggieloan.
[03:38.22] They say auld Bogie rues the day that he did rave and yell.
[03:41.61] A weel, 'Twas me first won the heart o' Bogie's Bonnie Bell.
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