O, bonnie Bessie Logan
Is dainty, young, and fair;
The very wind that's blawin',
It lingers in her hair.
Sae lichtsome is her footstep
As she comes o'er the lea;
But bonnie Bessie Logan
Is owre young for me.
O, bonnie Bessie Logan,
The lads are at the stile,
Or half-way up the loanin'
To catch your winsome smile;
I fain wad be amang them,
If sic a thing could be,
But bonnie Bessie Logan
Is owre young for me.
O, bonnie Bessie Logan,
I saw you late yestreen;
A rose was on your bosom,
And love was in your een.
I doot the lad that pu'd it
Is sure to win his plea,
For bonnie Bessie Logan
Is owre young for me.