Bonny Black-Eyed Mary Air-”Roy’s Wife.” By Beuler

 

Bonny Black-Eyed Mary

Air-”Roy’s Wife.”

Would you see a little fairy,

Lips of truth which never vary,

Eyes of sloes,

And cheeks of rose?

You’d love to see my bonny Mary.

Hers is the form the Graces mould,

To charm and steal away the senses;

To raise a flame in bosoms cold,

And make them think of love’s offences.

O! my bonny black-eyed Mary!

Dearest, sweetest, rosy Mary!

Fancy sights

In light blue eyes,

But smiles in thine, my bonny Mary.

Her raven locks float in the wind.

Like Fairy webs in moonlight waving;

E’er weaving snares for heart and mind,

And ev’ry gazing eye enslaving.

O! my bonny black-eyed Mary!

Dearest, sweetest, rosy Mary!

Fancy thieves

Thy locks, and weaves

A snare for love, my bonny Mary

Her bosom is young Pleasure’s couch,

But free from ev’ry thought unholy;

For though it’s warm to virtue’s touch,

‘Tis cold as ice to that of folly.

O! my bonny black-eyed Mary!

Dearest, sweetest, rosy Mary!

Virtue dwells

In others’ spells,

But loves thine best, my bonny Mary.

Then who would melt the chastened snow,

Her bosom o’er by virtue sprinkled?

Ah! who would cause a tear to flow

From eyes when smiles have ever twinkled?

O! my bonny black-eyed Mary!

Dearest sweetest, rosy Mary!

Fancy sighs

In light blue eyes.

But smiles in thine, my bonny Mary!

By Beuler