Now I look'ed east
And I look'ed west
Where the sun, it shown wonderful warm
And who should I spy
But my bonny, bonny boy
He was locked in another girl's arms
He was locked in another girl's arms

Now the girl who's the joy
Of my bonny, bonny boy
I'm sure she is never to blame
Though many a long night
She has robbed me of my rest
She never will do it again
She never will do it again

--last two stanzas of a ballad my mom used to sing

Last edited by inselpeter; 03/17/06 05:32 PM.