The Flowers of Maiden Lane

Bonnie lassie, will ye go ? will ye go ? will ye go?
Bonnie lassie ? to the pinks of Maiden Lane
The sun does in the heaven lour
Imbibing from the earth the shower
That has fallen in the bower
Among the pinks of Maiden Lane!
Bonnie lassie &c.

The cloud that o?er the earth does rise,
No longer o?er each flower flies
The brightest hue of nature lies
On the pinks of Maiden Lane!
Bonnie lassie &c.

The merry birds do now upspring,
And in the waters wet the wing
At breast of day they gaily sing
Among the pinks of Maiden Lane.
Bonnie lassie &c.

The old wife Jean the bell doth pull
To tell the drowsy maiden cull
Flowers besides a nosegay full
Among the pinks of Maiden Lane.
Bonnie lassie &c.

The ruddy maiden now is gone,
To walk with joy upon the lawn
Flowers to cull, but ah, pluck the thorn,
Among the pinks of Maiden Lane
Bonnie lassie &c. do not go, do not go.
To cull the pinks in Maiden Lane.

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