Written by: Robert Burns
Hi ho ma Johnny lad, ye're no sae kind's ye should hae been
Kin your voice I hadna kent, I could na eithly-trow my een.
Sae weel's ye micht hae tousled me, sweetly prie'd my mou bedeen,
Hi how my Johnny lad, ye're no so kind's ye shoulda been.
Ma faither he was at the ploo, ma mither she was at the mill,
Ma Billy he was at the moss, an no an near our sport tae spill.
The feint a-body was therein, there was nae fear of bein seen,
Hi how my Johnny lad, ye're no so kind's ye should hae been.
Wad-ony lad who lo'ed her weel, hae left his bonnie lass her lane
Tae sigh and greet ilk-langsome hoor, an think her sweetest minutes gane
O had ye been a wooer leal, we should hae met wi hairts mair keen,
Hi how my Johnny lad, ye're no so kind's ye should hae been.
But I maun hae anither jo, whase love gangs never oot o' mind
An winna let the moment pass, when tae a lass he can be kind.
Then gang your wa's to blinken Bess, nae mair for Johnny shall she green,
Hi how my Johnny lad, ye're no so kind's ye should hae been.
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