As I was on my rambles I came from Dover to Carlisle The town was full of rebels, and you might have heard them for a mile I stepped in the Grapes to see what entertainment I could find Not being brisk I ran the risk and I called for a pint o' wine And spied a handsome bonnie lass, the flower of France and England-o
I being in a hurry, I for a private room did call They sent me to the caddy, the lad that rings the morning bell But in there came this brisk young dame, she said, Kind sir, come follow me It is not fit for you to sit among such roving company My handsome smiling bonnie lass, the flower of France and England-o
She took me to a chamber where everything was neat and clean She said, Young sir, it is not fit you should have something on to dine The table soon she covered o'er, the dinner soon she did bring in She looked not like an idle slut nor one that was not taught to spin My handsome smiling bonnie lass, the flower of France and England-o
Ah but I could not take my dinner for thinking on this pretty maid And if I could but win her I would not care how long I stayed I rang the bell, she heard the knell and straight to me she did repair I said, My dear, the table's drawn, come sit beside me on this chair My handsome smiling bonnie lass, the flower of France and England-o
She said, Young sir, you are as bad as any in this house this night For they are drunk and you are mad, or else you would not speak the like Take up the cup and drink it up and drive such fancies out by sleep For if you dreamed you had me wed I'm sure you would arise and weep My handsome smiling bonnie lass, the flower of France and England-o
But I could not fall a-sleeping for thinking of this bonnie lass That spent her time a-scouring among the pewter and the brass I rang the bell, she heard the knell and straight to me she did repair I said, We'll to St. Mary's Church and there we will undo this care My handsome smiling bonnie lass, the flower of France and England
So we've gone to St. Mary's and there the priest the knot has tied I hied home my bonnie bride as fast as ever I could hie To Scotland braw we've ta'en the road till we've come tae Balquhidder's braes And the servants all did skip and dance to see the lord's and lady's face My handsome smiling bonnie lass, the flower of France and England-oTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
