Early in the morning, when I rose from my bed,
I call'd upon Sally, that is my waiting maid,
To dress me as fine as her two hands could do;
I'll away and see the lad, and his bonnet so blue!
She was instantly dress'd, and parade did attend,
Where she stood impatient to hear her love nam'd;
Charles Stuart they do call him, my love did renew,
Once a prince of that name wore a bonnet so blue.
My love he pass'd by me with his gun in his hand,
I strove to speak to him, but all was in vain;