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His dimpl'd chin and rosy cheeks,
and face so fair and ruddy O!
And then a days his grey breeks
was neither auld nor duddy O.
But now they're thread bare worn,
they're wider than they us'd to be,
They're tashed like and fair torn,
and clouted fair on ilka knee;
But gin I live anither year,
as I have done right many O,
I'll mak a web o' grey claith,
to be breeks to my Johnny O.
For he's well-worthy o' them,
and better gin I had to gie;
And I'll tak pains upo' them,
frae faults I'll strive to keep them free:
To clead him weel shall be my {{illegible},
and plea'e him a my (illegible text) O!
But he maun wear the auld pair
a wee, tho' they be duddy O.
For when my lad was in his prime,
like him there was nae mony O;
He ca'd me ay his bonny thing
sae wha was (illegible text) Johnny O?
So I lo'e my Johnny's grey breeks
for a the care they've gi'en me yet,
And gin we live anither year,
he'll get new breeks unmended yet.
