The bonny green tree, song

Maggie McGee, singing in English
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Lyrics

As I went a walking one fine summer’s evening
A fine summer’s evening it happened to be
I espied a wee lass she appeared like an angel
She was herding her sheep on the side of Glenshee

I stepped up to her and for to view her
Says I my wee lassie you’ve sore wounded me
I will make you my bride of a high birth and fortune
If you shelter me under your bonnie green tree

You are a high man of high birth and honour
And I am a poor girl of low low degree
Your parents would be angry and call me a rascal
If you were to marry a poor girl like me

What care have I for my friends lovely Molly
My friends or my neighbours they care not for me
I will make you my bride of a high birth and fortune
If you shelter me under your bonnie green tree

They both fell asleep in each others arms
Talking about love and their wedding day
Oh but when she awoke there was no one beside
She was under the shade of the bonnie green tree

Now all pretty fair maids take this as a warning
Never to mind what a young man may say
For first he will court you and call you his darling
Ah and then he will leave you as my love left me