[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Burns
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Robert Burns
[00:10.097]Lady Mary Ann looks o’er the Castle wa’
[00:13.844]There she saw three bonie boys playing at the ba’
[00:18.846]The youngest he was the flower amang them a’
[00:24.088]My bonie laddie’s young, but he’s growin’ yet
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[00:30.590]Father, O father, an ye think it fit
[00:34.598]We’ll send him a year to the college yet
[00:39.843]I’ll sew a green ribbon round about his hat
[00:44.833]And that will let them ken he’s to marry yet
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[00:59.847]Lady Mary Ann was a flower in the dew
[01:04.083]Sweet was its smell and bonie was its hue
[01:09.083]And the longer it blossom’d the sweeter it grew
[01:14.346]For the lily in the bud will be bonier yet
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[01:41.844]And young Charlie Cochran was the sprout of an aik [oak]
[01:46.334]Bonie and bloomin’ and straught [straight] was its make
[01:51.334]And the sun took delight to shine for its sake
[01:56.333]And it will be the brag [best] o’ the forest yet
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[02:03.045]The summer is gane [gone] when the leaves they were green
[02:07.096]And the days are awa’ that we hae seen
[02:12.334]But far better days I trust will come again
[02:17.583]My bonie laddie’s young, but he’s growin’ yet
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作词 : Robert Burns
作曲 : Robert Burns
Lady Mary Ann looks o’er the Castle wa’
There she saw three bonie boys playing at the ba’
The youngest he was the flower amang them a’
My bonie laddie’s young, but he’s growin’ yet
Father, O father, an ye think it fit
We’ll send him a year to the college yet
I’ll sew a green ribbon round about his hat
And that will let them ken he’s to marry yet
Lady Mary Ann was a flower in the dew
Sweet was its smell and bonie was its hue
And the longer it blossom’d the sweeter it grew
For the lily in the bud will be bonier yet
And young Charlie Cochran was the sprout of an aik
Bonie and bloomin’ and straught was its make
And the sun took delight to shine for its sake
And it will be the brag o’ the forest yet
The summer is gane when the leaves they were green
And the days are awa’ that we hae seen
But far better days I trust will come again
My bonie laddie’s young, but he’s growin’ yet