The Book of Scottish Song/Och, hey, Johnnie lad

by Robert Tannahill

Och, hey, Johnnie lad.

[Tannahill.]

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.

I looked by the whinny knowe,
I looked by the firs sae green,
I looked owre the spunkie howe,
And aye I thought ye wad ha'e been.
The ne'er a supper cross'd my craig,
The ne'er a sleep has closed 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.

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