Bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
Of a'the lads in tinwald wounthe lovely fair, the black or brounthere never was sae droll a loonas bonnie Johnnie Lowriemy dad a peck o'lint did sowI gaed top see how it did growwhen wha come skipping owre the knowebut bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden daythe queerest loon in laich or braeis bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
I wandred oot to weed the samemy laddie ken'd I was frae hameto follow me ha wasna lamemy bonnie Johnnie LowrieI took the flax unto the millmy jewel follow'd after stilland coming hame I gat a gillfrae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden day ...
at last, a'e night, into the parkI met with him when it was darkand, oh, the kissin' that I gatfrae bonnie Johnnie Lowriebut Johnnie's true, he did me wedyestreen before the priest we gaedI carena noo for man or dadsin' I hae Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden day ...
a fig, say I, for jacking grownor priest or elder in the tounI'll tak' the warld, rough and roun'wi' bonnie Johnnie Lowrie