Cathal McConnell, from the Boys of the Lough does a beautiful version of this song. I've got it on an album at home - I'll check out the Name of the album. It's well worth listening to - it's soo lovely and is a gorg version of the song. He's a funny chap too - met him at a concert (V charming).

Words below...

Will let you know tomorrow about the title. (great song by the way to pick). I think it is an Irish song.

1. The Bonny Blue Eyed Lassie : Trad arr. Phil Callery (IMRO)

How could I live on the top of a mountain
With no money in my pocket, nor gold for the counting
I would let the money go, all for to gain her fancy
For I would marry no one but, my bonny blue eyed Nancy.

She's my bonny blue eyed Nancy with an air so sweet and tender
Her walk like swans on water, and her waist so small and slender
Her golden hair and ringlets fairhung o'er her snow-white shoulder
And I'd ask her to marry me, and there's no man could be bolder

And there's some people say that she is very low in station
And there are more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination
Oh but let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still
Till the day that I die, she will be my own lovely lady.

And gently swim the swan o'er the dark waters of Eochaill
An lightly sing the nightingale so happy to behold her
And the winds may blow, and the moor cocks crow
And the moon shall shine so deeply
Oh! But deeper by far is my love for my own lady

And there's some people say that she is very low in station
And there are more people say she'll be the cause of my ruination
Oh but let them all say what they will, to her I will prove constant still
Till the day that I die, she will be my own lovely lady.