the ss that made the bed to me
when januar' wind was bwing cauld,
as to the north i took my way,
the mirksome night did me enfauld,
i knew na where to lodge till day:
by my gude luck 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' low unto this maid,
an' bade her make a bed to me;
she made the bed baith rge 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 ss made the bed to me,
the braw ss made the bed to me,
i'll ne'er fet till the day i die,
the ss that made the bed to me.
she snatch'd the dle in her hand,
and frae my chamber went wi' speed;
but i call'd her quickly back again,
to y some mair below my head:
a cod she id 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 ss, &c.
“haud aff your hands, young man!” she said,
“and dinna sae uncivil be;
gif ye hae ony luve for me,
na my virginitie.”
her hair was like the links o' gowd,
her teeth were like the ivorie,
her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,
the ss that made the bed to me:
the bonie ss, &c.
her bosom was the driven snaw,
twa drifted heaps sae fair to see;
her limbs the polish'd marble stane,
the ss 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 id her 'tween me and the wa';
the ssie thoa ng till day.
the bonie ss, &c.
upon the morrow when we raise,
i thank'd her for her courtesie;
but aye she blush'd and aye she sigh'd,
and said, “as, ye've ruin'd me.”
i cps'd her waist, and kiss'd her syne,
while the tear stood twinkling in her e'e;
i said, my ssie, dinna cry.
for ye aye shall make the bed to me.
the bonie ss, &c.
she took her mither's holnd sheets,
an' made them a' in sarks to me;
blythe and merry may she be,
the ss that made the bed to me.
chorus—the bonie ss made the bed to me,
the braw ss made the bed to me.
i'll ne'er fet till the day i die,
the ss that made the bed to me.