I once loved a boy, and a bonny, bonny boy And I loved him, I will vow and protest I loved him so well, and so very, very well That I built him a bower on my breast I built him a bower on my breast Well, it's up the long alley and down the green valley Like one that was troubled in mind I hollered and I whooped and I played upon my flute But no bonny boy could I find But no bonny boy could I find I sat myself down on a green mossy bank Where the sun it shone wonderful warm And who should I spy but my own bonny boy Fast locked in some other girl's arms Fast locked in some other girl's arms Now, the girl who's the joy of my own bonny boy Let her make of him all that she can And whether he loves me or whether he don't I'll walk with that boy now and then I'll walk with that boy now and then.