"Oh, lass gin ye wad think it richt tae
gang wi' me this very nicht
We'll cuddle till the morning licht, by
a' the lave unseen, O
It's ye shall be my dearie, my ain
An' ye shall be my dearie, gin you meet
me at e'en, O"
"I dare nae frae my mammie gae, she
locks the door and keeps the key
And e'en an' mornin' charges me, and aye
aboot the men, oh
She said they're all deceivers,
She said they're all deceivers, we canna
trust tae ane, O"
"O never mind your mammie's yell, nae
doot she met yer dad hersel'
And should she flyte ye may her tell
she's aften done the same, O.
Sae lassie gie's yer hand on't, your
bonnie milk-white hand on't,
So lassie gie's yer hand on't, and scorn
tae lie your lane, O".
"O lad, my hand I canna gie, but aiblins
I may steal the key
And meet ye at the birken tree that
grows down in the glen, O.
But dinna lippen laddie, I canna promise
But dinna lippen laddie, in case I cann
Noo he gane tae the birken tree, in
hopes his true love there tae see
An' wha cam' trippin' o'er the lea, but
just his bonnie Jean, O,
An' she sat doon beside him, beside him,
An' she sat doon beside him, upon the
grass sae green, O.
"I'm overjoyed wi' rapture noo," cried
he an' kissed her cherry mou'
And Jeannie ne'er had cause tae rue that
nicht upon the green, O
For she has got her Johnnie, her sweet
an' loving Johnnie,
For she has got her Johnnie, an'
Johnnie's got his Jean, O.