Bonnie Wee Jeanie McCall

A fine wee lass, a bonnie wee lass, is bonnie wee Jeannie McColl; 

I gave her my mother's engagement ring and a bonnie wee tartan shawl. 

I met her at a waddin' in the Co-operative Hall 

I wis the best man and she was the belle of the ball.

The first nicht I courted her, she was awfy, awfy shy, 

The rain cam' pourin' doon, but she was happy, so was I. 

We ran like mad for shelter, an' we landed up a stair, 

The rain cam' poorin' oot o' ma breeks, but och I didna care.

Noo I've wad my Jeannie, an' bairnies we have three, 

Two dochters and a braw wee lad, that sits upon my knee. 

They're richt wee holy terrors, an' they're never still for lang, 

But they sit an' listen every nicht, while I sing to them this sang: 

A fine wee lass, a bonnie wee lass, is bonnie wee Jeannie McColl; 

I gave her my mother's engagement ring and a bonnie wee tartan shawl. 

I met her at a waddin' in the Co-operative Hall 

I wis the best man and she was the belle of the ball.

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