My Bonny Miner Lad
TRADITIONAL
Oh bonny's my lad as he walks down the street,
His cap in his hand sae canny and neat;
His teeth white as ivory, his eyes black as sloes,
I love my miner lad, everyone knows.
When I have money he has his part,
And when I've none he has my heart.
He gained it, too, with a free good will,
And I'll confess I love him still.
I'll build him a palace of great renown,
No lords nor kings can e'er pull it down,
For the king has his true love, the lord the same,
And I love my miner lad - who can me blame?
