As thro' the grove the other day,I gang'd so blythe and bonny,Who should I meet upon the wayBut my true lover Johnny; With eager haste he clasp'd my waist,and kisses gave me plenty.Tho' I deny'd, and thus reply'd,Dear lad, I am not twenty.
What's that to me. the shepherd cry'd,you're old enough to marry,Then come, sweet lass, and be my bride,no longer let us tarry;But let's begone, o'er yonder lawn,where lads and lasses plenty,Are fill'd with joy, and kiss and toy,altho' they are not twenty.
I listen'd to his soothing tale,and gang'd with him so rarely,With song and pipe he did prevail,he won my wishes fairly;O! he's the lad, that makes me gl(illegible text)with kisses sweet and plenty;So I declare, by all that's fair,I'll wed tho' not quite twenty!
Divider from 'The Linnet', a chapbook printed in Falkirk in 1819
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