Bogies Bonnie Belle

As I came down by Huntly Town

A-searching for a fee

I met with Bogie O'Caherney

And with him I did agree

To work his two best horses

Barrow, cart or plough

Or any kind of good farm work

He knew well that I could do

He had a lovely daughter

And her name was Isobel

She was the lily old of the valley

And the primrose of the dell

And when she'd go out walking

She'd take me for a guide

Down by the banks o' Caherney

We watched the small fish glide

And when three short months had gone and passed

This lassie lost her bloom

And the red fell from her rosy cheeks

And her eyes began to swoon

And when nine long months had gone and passed

She bore to me a son

And swiftly I was sent for

To see what could be done

I said that I would marry her

But Och, that wouldnae dee

Saying "You're no match for Isobel

And she's no match for thee"

So I took my own son all in my arms

May he bring to me much joy

And may he mean as much to me

As the girl that I adore

And now she's married to a tinker lad

And he comes from Huntly Town

Mending pots and pans and paraffin lamps

And he scours the country round

Maybe she's gotten a better match

Auld Bogie, he can't tell

Fare ye well, ye lads o' Huntly Side

And Bogie's bonnie belle