<p class="tit-song">BONNIE BLACK BESS <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page194" name="page194"></SPAN>(p. 194)</span></p>
<p>When fortune's blind goddess<br/>
Had fled my abode,<br/>
And friends proved unfaithful,<br/>
I took to the road;<br/>
To plunder the wealthy<br/>
And relieve my distress,<br/>
I bought you to aid me,<br/>
My Bonnie Black Bess.</p>
<p>No vile whip nor spur<br/>
Did your sides ever gall,<br/>
For none did you need,<br/>
You would bound at my call;<br/>
And for each act of kindness<br/>
You would me caress,<br/>
Thou art never unfaithful,<br/>
My Bonnie Black Bess.</p>
<p>When dark, sable midnight<br/>
Her mantle had thrown<br/>
O'er the bright face of nature,<br/>
How oft we have gone<br/>
To the famed Houndslow heath,<br/>
Though an unwelcome guest<br/>
To the minions of fortune,<br/>
My Bonnie Black Bess.</p>
<p>How <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page195" name="page195"></SPAN>(p. 195)</span> silent you stood<br/>
When the carriage I stopped,<br/>
The gold and the jewels<br/>
Its inmates would drop.<br/>
No poor man I plundered<br/>
Nor e'er did oppress<br/>
The widows or orphans,<br/>
My Bonnie Black Bess.</p>
<p>When Argus-eyed justice<br/>
Did me hot pursue,<br/>
From Yorktown to London<br/>
Like lightning we flew.<br/>
No toll bars could stop you,<br/>
The waters did breast,<br/>
And in twelve hours we made it,<br/>
My Bonnie Black Bess.</p>
<p>But hate darkens o'er me,<br/>
Despair is my lot,<br/>
And the law does pursue me<br/>
For the many I've shot;<br/>
To save me, poor brute,<br/>
Thou hast done thy best,<br/>
Thou art worn out and weary,<br/>
My Bonnie Black Bess.</p>
<p>Hark! they never shall have<br/>
A beast like thee;<br/>
So noble and gentle<br/>
And <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page196" name="page196"></SPAN>(p. 196)</span> brave, thou must die,<br/>
My dumb friend,<br/>
Though it does me distress,—<br/>
There! There! I have shot thee,<br/>
My Bonnie Black Bess.</p>
<p>In after years<br/>
When I am dead and gone,<br/>
This story will be handed<br/>
From father to son;<br/>
My fate some will pity,<br/>
And some will confess<br/>
'Twas through kindness I killed thee,<br/>
My Bonnie Black Bess.</p>
<p>No one can e'er say<br/>
That ingratitude dwelt<br/>
In the bosom of Turpin,—<br/>
'Twas a vice never felt.<br/>
I will die like a man<br/>
And soon be at rest;<br/>
Now, farewell forever,<br/>
My Bonnie Black Bess.</p>
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