The Flower of the Village
Air. The banks of o' Ben Lomond
The stars shone bright one lovely summer's night
And the moon towards the west slowly creeping,
When my true love and I went to have a walk
And the birds in their nest were all sleeping.
We strolled by the banks of the bonnie River Clyde
Till the Bothwell bells were ringing,
Then to our home we came and I kissed her ruby lips
So this to myself I was singing.
Chorus
Her cheeks were like the rose that in the summer grows
Her beauty excelled fair Diana,
She is my bonnie Jean true I will remain
To my bonnie bonnie flower of the village.
The first time we met I never will forget
When all by herself she was walking,
I thought this to myself I would like this lass to get
Down the auld [Priory] road to be talking.
I asked her if she would except me for her guardian
She blushed and hung her head,
So this to her I said
[Come] come along with me my darling.
Down by the dandie brig we gently took our walk
And of love were conversin' together,
I asked her if she'd sit upon the grass wa me
Till these few loving words I would tell her.
I asked her if she wished I would make her my dear bride
And she answered yes most kindly,
So now we have got wed and I must be off to bed
With the bonnie bonnie flower of the village.
