| Oh lass, gin' ye would think it right
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| Tae gyang wi' me this very night
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| We’ll cuddle tae the mornin' light
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| By a' the lave unseen O
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| And ye will be my dearie
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| My ain dearest dearie
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| It’s ye will be my dearie
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| Gin ye meet me at e’en O
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| I canna for my mammy gae
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| She locks the door and keeps the key
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| And in the mornin' charges me
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| And aye aboot the men O
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| For she says they’re a' deceivers
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| Deceivers, deceivers
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| She says they’re a' deceivers
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| Ye canna trust ane O
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| Oh nivver min' yer mammy’s yell
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| Nae doot she met yer dad hersel'
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| And should she flyte, ye can tell her
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| She’s aft times done the same O
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| So lassie, gie’s yer hand on’t
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| Yer bonnie milk-white hand on’t
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| Lassie, gie’s yer hand on’t
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| And scorn tae lie yer lane O
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| Oh lad, my haun' I canna gi’e
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| But aiblins I man steal the key
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| And I’ll meet ye at yon birkin tree
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| That grows doon in the glen O
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| But dinna lippen, laddie
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| I canna promise, laddie
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| Oh dinna lippen, laddie
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| In case I canna win O
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| So he’s gaen tae the birkin tree
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| In hopes his ain true tae see
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| Fa come trippin' ower the lea
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| But just his bonnie Jean O
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| And she’s clinkit doon beside him
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| Beside him, beside him
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| She’s clinkit doon beside him
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| Amangst the grass sae green O
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| «I'm overjoyed wi' rapture noo»
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| Quo' he, and preed his cherry moo'
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| And Jeannie ne’er had cause tae rue
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| That nicht upon the green O
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| For she has got her Johnny
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| Her ain lovin' Johnny
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| It’s she has got her Johnny
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| And Johnny’s got his Jean O |