The Bonny Wee Well

Rise at the break of day
Thank Christ it’s Saturday
I’m going up to hike the brae
And drink at the bonny wee well
Far below you’ll see the spires
The chequered fields wi’ barns and byres
Factories hum like distant choirs
Up at the bonny wee well

Over the waste and over the wall
Through the moss and the moor
To the top of the brae and the bonny wee well
Drunk on a drop of the pure

When Tannahilll worked the weaver’s art
Beside the waters of the Cart
To make a verse he’d aye depart
Up to the bonny wee well
It was there I drank a pint of brown
Broke the bottle on the ground
Lifted up a lassies gown
Up at the bonny wee well

Over the waste and over the wall…

I’ve wandered through a summer wood
With a lass I kent was in the mood
Tried to get as far as I could
Up to the bonny wee well
In Feegie park the times where rare
The cinder path was sweet and fair
Among them a’ there’s none compare
With a loupe at the bonny wee well

Over the waste and over the wall…