Ae Whitsun Day in Huntly toon, it's there I did agree Wi' Bogie o' Carnie, a six-month for tae fee Tae drive his twa best horses, tae cart and herry and ploo And dae ony thing aboot farm work that I very weel could do Noo, Bogie had a daughter; her name was Isabell The lily o' the valley the primrose o' the dell And when she went out walkin', she chose me for her guide Doon by the burn o' Carnie tae see sma' fishes glide When six lang months had passed and gane, this lassie's lost her bloom The red fell fae her rosy cheeks her tears came tumblin' doon When nine lang months had passed and gane, she brought forth tae me a son And I was quickly sent for to see what could be done I offered for to marry her, but ah, that wouldny dae You're no a match for my weeBell, she's no a match for ye" Then he sent me packin' doon the road, wi' nae penny o' my fee So, a' ye lads o' Huntly side, a lang farewell tae ye Noo, she's married a tinker chap, wha comes fae Huntly toon Wi' pots and pans and ladles, he scours the counry `roon And maybe she's gotten a better match, Bogie canna tell But I was first tae win the heart o' Bogie's Bonnie Bell