Bonny Lass

Bonny Lass

Your eyes so gloomy

To think yourself a grifter.

 

You saw your betrothed

So you dressed yourself in your everyday clothes

To be married to the husband of your youth.

 

He rejected you, o’ Bonny Lass

So you took to dressing in floral gown.

The peoples scorned you,

Until you made up a beautiful face.

For your husband of youth had rejected you.

 

So, Bonny Lass,

You learned to ride side saddle;

Made your feet dainty.

A wooer came, upon Arabian steed

With train of Clydesdale behind.

A prince, who you wooed.

 

You received your prince.

Some years later, as mud cleaved to your boots

While in the stalls taking care of your favorite mare

You found a stable boy, who seeing you thought you fair.

Yet… your trim which brought you the prince

Left your ring bound to his.