I walked the roads, both low and high,
In search of where my bonny lie,
And when I found her, I did cry,
My bonny love,
I know her spirit's in the sky,
Far up above.
She's freed from all her earthly woe,
As in the ground she's laid below,
Where fields of purple heather grow,
My bonny dear,
I hear her voice, as breezes...
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