Hi,

I've had a brief look at the Carpenter Collection where it's titled "Bonnie Lassie" (Seventeen Come Sunday). There are 15 versions, some of them fragments -- I haven't listened to them all yet, a number are transcribed. The following is from the Scottish Waukrife Mammy tradition:

Bonnie Lassie- sung by William Still of Waterside, Cuminestown, Scotland (Carpenter Collection 1929-1935)

As I went o'er yon hich, hich hill,
I met a bonnie lassie
She looked at me and I at her
An' O bit she wis sassy.

CHORUS: To my riggle dum I diggie dum I derry diddle aye,
To my riggle dum I diggie dum I derry.

Far are ye gaun my pretty pretty girl,
Far are ye gaun my honey
Richt modestly she answered me
An errant tae my mommie.

Fat is yer name, my bonnie, bonnie lass,
Fat is yer name my honey,
Richt modestly she answered me
My mommie ca's me Annie.

Fat is yer age, my bonnie, bonnie lass
Fat is yer name my honey,
Richt modestly she answered me,
I'm achteen yers come Sunday.

It's I went tae my Annie's door,
Tae see gin she was wakin',
We's barely spoken bit twa three words
Fin the auld wife heard us talkin'.

The auld wife rose tae blaw the coals,
Tae see gin she could ken 'im
An' he kicked teh auld wife intae the fire
An' took tae the fields tae screen him.

The auld wife took her by the hair o' the heid,
In the middle o' the fleer she brocht her,
And wis a piece o' guid hissle rung
An' she made her a weel paid daughter.

O mither dear I pray forbear,
Or then ye will devour me,
I widna been guilty 'o this crime,
Gin ye hadna deen't afore me.

Blink o'er the burn my bonnie, bonnie lass
Blink o'er the burn my honey
An' I'll amk ye my wedded wife
In spite o' yer wakative mammie.

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Richie