With sighs and sorrow their vows they plighted One more embrace, one last adieu; Tho' seas divide, love, In this confide, love, Whate'er betide, love, To thee I'm true. 3 Long years are over, and still the maiden Seeks oft at eve the trysting tree; Her promise keeping, And, faithful, weeping, Her lost love sleeping Across the sea. No. 106 THE BONNY BIRD C.J.S. [Music] 1 I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird, And I thought to make him my own; But he loves a she far better than me, And has taken his flight and is flown. 2 I once lov'd a bird, and a bonny bird, O I lovèd I vow and protest. I lovèd him well, and O! so very well I built him a nest in my breast. 3 O since he is gone, I will let him alone, Although that I ache and I burn. If he loves a she far better than me, Then I hope he will not return. 4 I lookèd to East and I lookèd to West The weather was hot and was calm. And then I did spy my own bonny bird Was perch'd on another maid's arm. 5 Then up the green valley and down the green grove, As one distracted in mind, With whoop and halloo, in sorrow I rove No other such bird will I find. 6 Now if she have gotten my bonny bird, I never shall get him again. But though I have lost him for ever a day, I'll think of him still in my pain. No. 107 THE LADY AND PRENTICE C.J.S. [Music] 1 'Twas of a brisk young lady And of a 'prentice boy. They courted one another, And he was all her joy; The 'prentice boy was banish'd Unto a foreign shore, And sad at heart he fancied He'd never see her more. 2 There came that way a squire A man of high degree, Said he: 'I'll give you wages Be servant unto me.' But oh! the fair young lady She piteously did cry All for the love she bore him She thought that she must die. 3 Now first he was in stable, With horses at the stall, And then advanced to table, And servèd in the hall. And next he was advancèd As butler to the same And for his good behaviour A steward last became. 4 O then into a lottery He put his money down, He drew a prize and gainèd Full twenty thousand pound. 'Farewell, farewell my master! Farewell, my lady kind! For I must seek my own true love That tarrieth behind.' 5 He dress'd himself in velvet, In gold and silver braid; And so returned to England To his true love with speed. And when he did espy her T'embrace her did essay, But from his arms she started And frightened drew away. 6 'Your gold and shining silver Your velvets I defy I love a humble 'prentice I'll love him till I die.' 'O lady fair! my only, Return unto my arms. I many years was banish'd And might not see your charms.' 7