1. Lord Bonnie, he was a hunting man And a hunting he did ride With a hunting horn all around his neck And a sword by his side.
2. He rode till he came to his friend Jesse's hall He knocked and loudly called No one so fair as his own true love For to rise and bid him come in.
3. "Come in, come in, Lord Bonnie," she cried, "And stay the night with me. A rounding fire you shall have And a cup of white chalk tea."
4. I will come in and I will come in But I have but a moment to stay For the girl I love much better than thee I shall see ere the break of day."
5. While sitting there all along on her lap A-kissing her so sweet With a little pen knife that was sharp at the point She wounded him most deep.
6. "Lord Bonnie, Lord Bonnie, Lord Bonnie," she cried, "What makes you look so pale?" "I think I feel my own heart's blood A-falling at my feet."
7. "Don't die, don't die, Lord Bonnie,"sha cried, "Don't die so soon. You shall have all the doctors in the whole round town For to heal and cure your wounds."
8. "I must die, I must die," Lord Bonnie he cried, "You've wounded me so deep. There was not another lady in the whole round town That I loved as well as thee."
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