The Bonnie Owl 1895

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 08 Sep 2003

Of all the birds on bush or tree,
Commend me to the owl,
Since he may best ensample be
To those the cup that trowl.

For when the sun hath left the west,
He chooses the tree that he loves the best,
And he whoops out his song,
And he laughs at his jest, he laughs,
He laughs at his jest,
He whoops out his song
And he laughs at his jest.

Then though hours be late,
And weather be foul,
We'll drink to the health
of the bonny, bonny owl,
Though hours be late,
and weather be foul,
We'll drink to the health
of the bonny, bonny owl.

The lark is but a bumpkin fowl,
He sleeps in his nest till morn;
But my blessing upon the jolly owl,
that all night blows his horn.
Then up with your cup
till you stagger in speech,
And match me this catch,
tho' you swagger and screech,
And drink till you wink, my merry men each,
and drink, my merry men each;

And drink till you wink,
And drink, my merry men each:

For though hours be late,
and weather be foul,
We'll drink to the health
of the bonny, bonny owl,

Though hours be late,
and weather be foul,
We'll drink to the health
of the bonny, bonny owl.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
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The Bonnie Owl 1895
Lyrics by Sir Walter Scott
Music by Frederic H. Cowen
copyright 1895 by E. Hatzfeld
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Monday 08 September 2003 at 07.44
in association with Doug Grierson
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