When Januar’ wind was blawingcauld,
As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na where to lodge till day:

Bymy gudeluck a maid I met,
Just in the middle o’ my care,
And kindly she did me invite
To walk into a chamber fair.

I bow’d fu’ low unto this maid,
And thank’d her for her courtesie;
I bow’d fu’lowunto this maid,
An’ badeher make a bed to me;
She made the bed baithlarge and wide,
Wi’ twa white hands she spread it doun;
She put the cup to her rosy lips,
And drank-“Young man, now sleep ye soun’.”

Chorus-The bonie lass made the bed to me,
The braw lass made the bed to me,
I’ll ne’er forget till the day I die,
The lass that made the bed to me.

She snatch’d the candle in her hand,
And fraemy chamber went wi’ speed;
But I call’d her quickly back again,
To lay some mairbelow my head:
A codshe laid below my head,
And served me with due respect,
And, to salute her wi’a kiss,
I put my arms about her neck.
The bonie lass, &c.

“Haud affyour hands, young man!” she said,
“And dinna sae uncivil be;
Gifye haeony luvefor me,
O wrangna my virginitie.”
Her hair was like the links o’gowd,
Her teeth were like the ivorie,
Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,
The lass that made the bed to me:
The bonie lass, &c.

Her bosom was the driven snaw,
Twadrifted heaps saefair to see;
Her limbs the polish’d marble stane,
The lass that made the bed to me.
I kiss’d her o’er and o’er again,
And aye she wist na what to say:
I laid her ‘tween me and the wa’;
The lassie thocht nalangtill day.
The bonie lass, &c.

Upon the morrow when we raise,
I thank’d her for her courtesie;
Butaye she blush’d and aye she sigh’d,
And said, “Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me.”
I claps’d her waist, and kiss’d her syne,
While the tear stood twinkling in her e’e;
I said, my lassie, dinnacry.
For ye aye shall make the bed to me.
The bonie lass, &c.

She took her mither’s holland sheets,
An’made them a’in sarks to me;
Blythe and merry may she be,
The lass that made the bed to me.

Chorus-The bonielass made the bed to me,
The brawlass made the bed to me.
I’ll ne’er forget tillthe day I die,
The lass that made the bed to me.