Lowe Bonnie

Lowe Bonnie, Lowe Bonnie was a hunting young man
And a-hunting he did ride
With his hunting horn slung round his neck
And his broadsword by his side
Well he hunted 'till he came to his old true love
And a lightly tangled down at his reigns
No one was ready but his own true love
To hear right and say call in
Call in, call in, Lowe Bonnie, she cried
And stay all night with me
A burning firewood you shall receive
And a drink of white chocolate tea
Says I will call in, and I will sit down
But I haven’t got a moment to stay
There’s one more gal in this whole 'round town
That I love better than thee
Oh it’s while he was sittin' all on her lap
He was kissin' her so sweet
A little penknife was so keen and sharp
She wounded him so deep
Don’t die, don’t die, Lowe Bonnie, she cried
Don’t die, don’t die so soon
I’ll send for the doctors in this whole round town
For one can heal your wound
How can I live, how can I live
You’ve wounded me so deep
I think I feel my own heart’s blood
A-dropping on my feet