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BONNIE  BESSIE  LOGAN - (REPLY  OF  'THIS  ANE')

 BONNIE BESSIE LOGAN (Reply of ‘This Ane’)
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Bonnie Bessie Logan is a beautiful Scottish folk song written by Alexander Anderson and  made popular by Dougie MacLean.  Beneath the overtly romantic surface of the MacLean version, however, there lurks a nasty insult to the singer's wife whom he refers to, disparagingly, as 'This Ane'.   This song gives 'This Ane' the opportunity to tell her side of the story.​​

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Bonnie Bessie Logan,  she's no as young, as a’ that,
An' if ye see her sideways, that’s no' just puppy fat.
She's plastered in mascara and her body odour’s grim,
But he thinks she’s really gorgeous; 
W
ell mair fool him!
 
Bonnie Bessie Logan, he says he lo'es her style,
But she should heed a warning, he’s no far fae a paedophile.
His profile on the internet  is a teenage hip-hop dancer;
He went to meet a schoolgirl once,
‘She’ turned out to be a nightclub bouncer!
 
Bonnie Bessie Logan, she’s stole his heart awa'
And when he thinks upon her, his tears doon softly fa',
‘Cause he thinks he’s gonna “lie wi' this ane” until the day he’ll dee,
But he disnae ken I’m running off 
Wi’ Big Jock MacNamee!
 
                          
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  • Songs
    • Picture of GB without EU
    • Poutin's Out
    • Wild Drunken Lush
    • You Can't Do That
    • B-R-E-X-I-T
    • Ochone Blues
    • Bonnie Bessie Logan (Reply)
    • Selfie-Stick Blues
    • i_Blues
    • i_Blues (Reply)
    • Innovation Blues
  • Poems
    • The Wee Lass is Away
    • The Yachtsman
    • My Princes Street Girl
    • Willie Was There
    • The Mermaid's Daughter
    • The Five Sisters of Freuchie
    • A Decent Lass from Dairsie
  • Stories
    • His One True Love
  • Books
    • The Wazos >
      • Foreword
      • The Hoot Family
      • David and Victoria Peckem
    • Linden Bridge Is Falling Down
  • Bio/Blog
    • The Axe
    • A Cruel End
    • Poole's Roxy
    • THE RED MIST
    • Getting the Pea-Shooters
    • Driving the Jag
    • Holy Joe's Downfall
    • A Brush with Heroin
    • Fracas in Jablonna
    • A Near Thing in Auschwitz