The Bo (or Bugaboo) When I was in my and learning of my trade, I courted my master's daughter, which made my right glad. I her both summers days and winter nights also But I never could her favor win till I hired the Bo. Day being gone, and night coming on, my he took a sheet And straight into her room he went just like a spirit. She (went) running up and down, not knowing where to go But right into my bed she for fear of the Bogle Bo. And so my true and me, (we both) fell fast asleep, But ere the at fair daylight, sore, sore did she weep Sore, did she weep; sore, sore did she mourn But ere she and put on her clothes, the Bogle bo was gone. You've the thing to me last night, the thing you cannot shun You've taen me my maidenhead, and I am quite undone. You've from me my maidenhead, and brought my body low But, sir, if you'll marry me, I will be your jo. Now he's married her and her hame, and it was but his part She's proved to him a wife, and joy of all his heart; He never told her of the joke, nor ne'er to do But aye when his smiles on him, he minds the Bogle bo. note: Foggy Dew variant; by John Bell (1783- ??); printed in Lloyd's Song in England. Lloyd suggests that the mysterious "foggy dew" of later is a corruption of this in any case, it makes for a reasonable explanation, and this version tells a good story. LLoyd give a tune, but it fits nicely to th "Banks and Braes" version of Dew" Words in were inserted by RG to attempt scansion. RG filename[ play.exe RG BOUNDARY===