Ginnee was a bony lasse, Which maks the world to woonder How ever it should com to passe That wee did part a sunder.

The driven snow, the rose so rare, The glorious sunne above thee, Can not with my Ginnee compare, She was so wonderous lovely.

why should Ginnee gang away, And I be left behind her?

And haveing Ginnee once againe, If sheed doe her indeavour, The world shall never make us twaine Weel live and dye together.