The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill With biography, illustrations, and music |
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OCH, HEY! JOHNNIE, LAD.
Och, hey! Johnnie, lad,
Ye 're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been;
Och, hey! Johnnie, lad,
Ye didna keep your tryst yestreen.
I waited lang beside the wood,
Sae wae and weary, a' my lane;
Och, hey! Johnnie, lad,
Ye 're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been.
Ye 're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been;
Och, hey! Johnnie, lad,
Ye didna keep your tryst yestreen.
I waited lang beside the wood,
Sae wae and weary, a' my lane;
Och, hey! Johnnie, lad,
Ye 're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been.
I looked by the whinnie knowe,
I looked by the firs sae green,
I looked owre the spunkie-howe,
And aye I thought ye would ha'e been.
The ne'er a supper cross'd my craig,
The ne'er a sleep has clos'd my een;
Och, hey! Johnnie, lad,
Ye 're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been.
I looked by the firs sae green,
I looked owre the spunkie-howe,
And aye I thought ye would ha'e been.
The ne'er a supper cross'd my craig,
The ne'er a sleep has clos'd my een;
Och, hey! Johnnie, lad,
Ye 're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been.
Gin ye were waiting by the wood,
Then I was waiting by the thorn;
I thought it was the place we set,
And waited maist till dawning morn.
Sae be na vex'd, my bonnie lassie,
Let my waiting stand for thine;
We 'll awa' to Craigton-shaw,
And seek the joys we tint yestreen.
Then I was waiting by the thorn;
I thought it was the place we set,
And waited maist till dawning morn.
Sae be na vex'd, my bonnie lassie,
Let my waiting stand for thine;
We 'll awa' to Craigton-shaw,
And seek the joys we tint yestreen.
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