Bonnie Bessie Logan
On Autumn Harvest AH 005
Gordon Easton - The Last of the Clydesdales
Gordon Easton sings:
The song was sung by John Mearns who heard it the 1930s from an old lady, eighty at the time, who said that she heard her mother sing it sixty or seventy years before. The song was one of Gordon's grannie’s favourites - and his version has some textural differences and an additional stanza - the third. It was published as a poem in Alexander Anderson’s book Later Poems of Alexander Anderson, Surfaceman (Glasgow: Frasher, Asher & Co., 1913, p.115-6).
1: Noo bonnie Bessie Logan she’s handsome young an fair,
And the very wind that blaws, it lingers in her hair;
She’s aye sae fleet and bonnie as she steps ower the lea,
But bonnie Bessie Logan she’s ower young for me.
2: Noo bonnie Bessie Logan, aa the lads they like her style,
And convoy her up the pathway jist tae see her winning smile;
I fain wad be amang them but, oh na, that canna be,
For Bonnie Bessie Logan, aye, she’s ower young for me.
3: Noo bonnie Bessie Logan, she's stown my hert awa,
And when I think upon her noo, the tears doon saftly fa;
But I'll hae tae live withoot her until the day I dee,
For Bonnie Bessie Logan, aye, she’s ower young for me.
4: Noo bonnie Bessie Logan, I saw her late yestreen,
Wi a rosebud in her bosom, aye, and love-light in her een;
I wad fear the lad that pu'ed that rose he's gaun tae win his plea,
For Bonnie Bessie Logan, aye, she’s ower young for me.
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