1: The sun it shines ower yonder hill,
And low in yonder dell;
The place whaur me and my love bide,
The sun it never gangs doun, bonnie love,
The sun it never gangs doun.
2: "Go saddle tae me ma bonnie black steed,
And saddle tae me the broun;
That I may ride aa aroon, bonnie love,
That I may ride aa aroon, bonnie love,
That I may ride aa aroon."
3: "But when will ye come back bonnie love?
O when will ye come hame?"
"When the heather hills are nine times brunt,
And aa grown green again, bonnie love,
And aa grown green again."
4: "O that's ower lang tae bide awa,
O that's ower lang fae hame;
For the baby that's nae born yet,
He'll be ower lang wantin his name, bonnie love,
He'll be ower lang wantin his name."
5: But he's turned aboot his high horse heid,
And fast awa rode he;
And she's kilted up her gay clothin,
And fast, fast followed she, bonnie love,
And fast, fast followed she.
6: Noo the firstan toun that they cam till,
He's bocht her hose and shoon;
And he's bad her rue and return noo,
And nae mair follow him, bonnie love,
And nae mair follow him.
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7: "But it's love for love that I do want,
It's love for love again;
And it's hard when I like ye sae weel,
And ye nae me again, bonnie love,
And ye nae me again."
8: So the neistan toun that they cam till,
He's bocht her a brooch and ring;
And he's bad her rue and return noo,
And nae mair follow him, bonnie love,
And nae mair follow him.
9: "But it's love for love that I do want,
It's love for love again;
And it's hard when I like ye sae weel,
And ye nae me again, bonnie love,
And ye nae me again."
10: So the neistan toun that they cam till,
He's bocht her a waddin ring;
And he's bad her dry her rosy cheeks,
And he wad tak her wi him, bonnie love,
And he wad tak her wi him.
11: For it's love for love that ye hae got,
It's love for love again;
So turn your high horse heid aboot,
And we will ride for ham, bonnie love,
And we will ride for hame."
An additional verse that Jimmy sometimes sings to end the ballad:
12: Noo there's comfort for the comfortless,
And there's honey for the bee;
Aye there's comfort for the comfortless,
But there's nane but you for me, bonnie love,
There's nane but you for me.
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