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JOHNNY and M0LLY.

DOWN the burn and tbro' the mead, his golden locks wav’d o’er his brow, Johnny lilting, tun’d his reed, and Wary wip’d her bonny mou’. Dear fhe lo’ed the well known fong, while her Johnny blythe and young, Sung her praife the whole day long.

Chor. Down the burn and thro' the mead, his golden locks wav’d o’er his brow, Johnny, lilting, tun’d his reed, and Mary wip’d her bonny tnou'.

Coftly claithes fhe had but few; of rings and jewels nae great ftore, Her face was fair, her love was true, and Johnny wifely wilh’d nae mair: Love’s the pearl the fhepherd prizes o’er the mountain, near the fountain, Love delights the fhepherd’s eyes. Down the burn, etc.

Gold and titles give not health, and Johnny cou’d not thefe impart; Youthfu' Mary's greateft wealth was fill her faithfu’ Johnny’s heart; Sweet the joys that lovers find, great the treafure, fweet the pleafure, ' Where the heart is always kind. Down the burn, etc.