Of a'the lads in tinwald woun
as bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
my dad a peck o'lint did sow
the lovely fair, the black or broun
there never was sae droll a loon
I gaed top see how it did grow
but bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
when wha come skipping owre the knowe terry owden dowden day
the queerest loon in laich or brae
is bonnie Johnnie Lowrie I wandred oot to weed the same
my laddie ken'd I was frae hame
to follow me ha wasna lame
my bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
my jewel follow'd after still
and coming hame I gat a gill
I took the flax unto the mill
frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie terry owden dowden day . at last, a'e night, into the park
I met with him when it was dark
and, oh, the kissin' that I gat
frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
but Johnnie's true, he did me wed
I carena noo for man or dad
yestreen before the priest we gaed
sin' I hae Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden day . a fig, say I, for jacking grown
or priest or elder in the toun
I'll tak' the warld, rough and roun'
wi' bonnie Johnnie Lowrie.
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