Many's the Night's Rest

Many’s the night’s rest you’ve robbed me of
That you never shall do it again
No, you never shall do it again
She’s looked up high and she’s looked down low
But no bonny boy could she find
No bonny boy could she find
So she hollered and she whooped
And she played on her flute
And the sun did shine wondrous warm
The sun did shine wondrous warm
At last there I spied my own bonny boy
Wrapped up in some other girl’s arms
Wrapped up in some other girl’s arms
Many’s the night’s rest you’ve robbed me of
That you nver shall do it again
You never shall do it again