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Bonnie Kilmany

 Bonnie Kilmany, in the County of Fife,
Is a healthy spot to reside in to lengthen one's life.
The scenery there in the summer time is truly grand, Especially the beautiful hills and the woodland.
Chorus -- Then, bonnie Annie, will you go with me And leave the crowded city of Dundee, And breathe the pure, fragrant air In the Howe of Kilmany, so lovely and fair? And the little village in the Howe is lovely to see, In the midst of green trees and shrubbery; And the little rivulet, as it wimples along, Can be heard singing aloud an aquatic song.
Chorus And the old church there is built on a knoll, And on the Sabbath mornings the church bell does toll, Inviting the people to join in prayer, While the echoes of the bell is heard in mid-air.
Chorus Then there's a little schoolroom, surrounded by trees, A favourite haunt for butterflies and busy bees, And an old red-tiled smithy near by, And the clink of the hammers can be heard sounding high.
Chorus And thew's a wood sawmill by the roadway, And the noise can be heard by night and day, As the circular saw wheels round and round, Making the village with its echoes resound.
Chorus And in the harvest time on a fine summer morn The Howe looks most beautiful when the corn is shorn; And to hear the beautiful lark singing on high Will make you exclaim, "Dull care, good-bye.

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