Richard Thompson
Bogie’s Bonnie Belle
[Verse 1]
I went down by Huntly town
One morning for to fee
I met Bogie O'Cairnie
And with him I did agree
To work his two best horses
Cart or harrow or plow
Or anything 'bout farmwork
Which I very well could do

[Verse 2]
Now Bogie had a daughter
Her name was Isabelle
Oh the lily of the valley
And the primrose in the dell
And when she went a-walkin'
She took me for her guide
Down by the banks of Cairnie
For to watch the fishes glide

[Verse 3]
I threw my arms around her waist
From her feet did slide
And there she lay contented
On Cairnie's bonnie side
[Verse 4]
Three months are scarcely over
When this lassie lost her bloom
The red fell from her bonnie cheeks
And her eye began to swoon
And nine month being over
She brought forth to me a son
And I was quickly sent for
To see what could be done

[Verse 5]
I said that I might marry her
But oh that would not do
They said you're no match for Bogie's Belle
And she's no match for you
Now she's married to a tinker lad
He comes from Huntly town
He mends pots and pans and paraffin lamps
And he scours the country 'round

[Verse 6]
Maybe she's got a better match
Oh Bogie cannot tell
So farewell, ye lads of Huntly town
And Bogie's bonnie Belle