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'Twas
within a mile of Edinburgh town,
In the rosy time of the year,
Sweet flowers bloom'd and the grass was down,
And each shepherd woo'd his dear,
Bonnie Jockie, blythe and gay,
Kiss'd young Jenny making hay;
The lassie blush'd, and frowning cried,
Na, Na, it winna do;
I canna, canna, winna, winna
Maunna buckle do.
Jockie was a wag that never wad wed,
Though lang he had followed the lass;
Contented she earned and ate her brown bread,
And merrily turned up the grass.
Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free,
Won her heart right merrily,
Yet still she blush'd and frowning cried,
Na, Na, it winna do;
I canna, canna, winna, winna
Maunna buckle do.
But when he vow'd he wad make her his bride,
Though his flocks and herds were not few,
She gie'd him her hand and a kiss beside,
And vow'd she'd forever be true,
Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free,
Won her heart right merrily;
At kirk she no more frowning cried;
Na, Na, it winna do;
I canna, canna, winna, winna
Maunna buckle do.
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