256. Song—Beware o' Bonie Ann

 YE gallants bright, I rede you right,
 Beware o’ bonie Ann;
Her comely face sae fu’ o’ grace,
 Your heart she will trepan:
Her een sae bright, like stars by night,
 Her skin sae like the swan;
Sae jimply lac’d her genty waist,
 That sweetly ye might span.


Youth, Grace, and Love attendant move,
 And pleasure leads the van:
In a’ their charms, and conquering arms,
 They wait on bonie Ann.
The captive bands may chain the hands,
 But love enslaves the man:
Ye gallants braw, I rede you a’,
 Beware o’ bonie Ann!

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