I once loved a boy and a bonny, bonny boy Who would come and would go at request. And this handsome young boy was my pride and my joy, 𝄆 And I built him a bower in my breast. 𝄇
Well, up the long alley and down the green valley, Like one that was troubled in mind I hollered and I whooped and I played upon my flute, 𝄆 But no bonny boy could I find. 𝄇
I sat myself down on a green mossy bank Where the sun it shone wonderful warm; And who did I spy but my own bonny boy 𝄆 Fast locked in some other girl's arms. 𝄇
Well, the girl who's the joy of my own bonny boy Let her make of him all that she can. And whether he loves me or whether he don't, 𝄆 I'll walk with that boy now and then. 𝄇