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Och hey, Johnnie lad.
Och hey, Johnnie lad!Ye’re no sae kind’s ye should hae 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,It was a waefu’ night yestreen.
I looked by the whinny knowe,I looked by the firs sae green, I looked o’er the spunkie howe,And aye I thought ye wad hae 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 hae been.
Gin ye were waiting by the wood;It’s I was waiting by the thorn. I thought it was the place we set,And waited maist till dawning morn.
But be na vext my bonnie lass,Let my waiting stand tor thine: We’ll awa to Craigton shaw,And seek the joys we tint yestreen.
