dy mary ann
o dy mary ann looks o'er the castle wa',
she saw three bonie boys pying at the ba',
the you he was the flower amang them a',
my bonie ddie's young, but he's growin' yet.
o father, o father, ahink it fit,
we'll send him a year to the college yet,
we'll sew a green ribbon round about his hat,
and that will let them ken he's to marry yet.
dy mary ann was a flower in the dew,
sweet was its smell and bonie was its hue,
and the lo blossom'd the sweeter it grew,
for the lily in the bud will be bonier yet.
young charlie co was the sprout of an aik,
bonie and bloomin' and straught was its make,
the sun took delight to shine for its sake,
and it will be the brag o' the forest yet.
the simmer is gane when the leaves they were green,
and the days are awa' that we hae seen,
but far better days i trust will e again;
for my bonie ddie's young, but he's growin' yet.