1: Noo bonnie Bessie Logan she’s handsome young an fair,
And the very wind that blaws, it lingers in her hair;
She’s aye sae fleet and bonnie as she steps ower the lea,
But bonnie Bessie Logan she’s ower young for me.
2: Noo bonnie Bessie Logan, aa the lads they like her style,
And convoy her up the pathway jist tae see her winning smile;
I fain wad be amang them but, oh na, that canna be,
For Bonnie Bessie Logan, aye, she’s ower young for me.
3: Noo bonnie Bessie Logan, she's stown my hert awa,
And when I think upon her noo, the tears doon saftly fa;
But I'll hae tae live withoot her until the day I dee,
For Bonnie Bessie Logan, aye, she’s ower young for me.
4: Noo bonnie Bessie Logan, I saw her late yestreen,
Wi a rosebud in her bosom, aye, and love-light in her een;
I wad fear the lad that pu'ed that rose he's gaun tae win his plea,
For Bonnie Bessie Logan, aye, she’s ower young for me.
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