Lowe Bonnie, Lowe Bonnie was a hunting young man And a-hunting he did ride With his hunting horn slung round his neck And his broadsword by his side
Well he hunted 'till he came to his old true love And a lightly tangled down at his reigns No one was ready but his own true love To hear right and say call in
Call in, call in, Lowe Bonnie, she cried And stay all night with me A burning firewood you shall receive And a drink of white chocolate tea
Says I will call in, and I will sit down But I haven't got a moment to stay There's one more gal in this whole 'round town That I love better than thee
Oh it's while he was sittin' all on her lap He was kissin' her so sweet A little penknife was so keen and sharp She wounded him so deep
Don't die, don't die, Lowe Bonnie, she cried Don't die, don't die so soon I'll send for the doctors in this whole round town For one can heal your wound
How can I live, how can I live You've wounded me so deep I think I feel my own heart's blood A-dropping on my feet