My bonnie steed, with merry speed,
Away we gallop free,
The first to drink the morning breeze,
Or brush the dewy lea,
To hail the sun as o’er the hills
His slanting ray he flings,
Or hear the matin of the lark
That high in heaven rings.
My bonnie steed, o’er noontide mead
We’ve swept in canter gay,
Through woodland path have boldly dash’d,
Oh! what can check our way?
With hound and horn in jocund band
And hearts that smile at fear,
And flowing rein and gay halloo,
We’ve chased the flying deer.
My bonnie steed, with matchless speed
At eve we dash away,
The zephyrs laughing round our path
As children at their play,
And while in merry race and free,
Away, away we fly,
The thick stars shining overhead
Seem speeding swifter by.
My bonnie steed, my bonnie steed,
True friend indeed thou art,
And none are brighter in mine eye
Or dearer to my heart.
Let others smile on gallants gay
I mock the lover’s creed,
Then onward press, away, away,
My bonnie, bonnie steed.
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