We went for a walk by the shore,
She had become a bore.
I let her slip, but I kept my grip,
As the bubbles escaped from her lips,
And the struggle from her fingertips.

My work by then was done,
And the tide pulled her off by the set of the sun.
I now was free of her power over me,
And she for now was gone,
Forever, for now, beyond.

My Bonny lies under the ocean!
My Bonny lies under the sea!
My Bonny lies under the ocean!
I drowned her when she bothered me!

Now that my mind has settled,
Her body has probably too.
I wonder if I did right,
And it’s clear now, when she did depart,
She went to the grave with my heart!

My Bonny lies under the ocean!
My Bonny lies under the sea!
My Bonny lies under the ocean!
I drowned her when she bothered me!

Oh bring back, bring back,
Bring back my bonny to me!
Bring back, bring back,
Bring back her body to me!

© Christopher White 2003