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 For Johnny courted Lizie ,

'Cause Lizie Painck she had the siller,

a wife as Lizie Painck,

I wadna gi'e a button for her.

Lizie's face was like the moon,

Her shoulder's maik as broad as Samson's;

Her very picture's like the figu

That hings auld Robin Samson's.

But de'i a prin does Johnny care,

Were Lizie like the witch of Endor;

Johnny sittens on her gear-

He wadna gi'e a button for her.





O lay that loof in mine, lass,

in mine lass, in mine lass,

And swear on thy white hand, lass,

that thou wilt be my ain

A slave to love's unfounded sway,

He aft wrought me meikle wae,

But now he is my deadly sae,

Unless thou be mine ain.

O lay thy loof in mine, lass,

In mine, lass in mine lass, &c.

There's monie a lass has brake my rest,

That for a blink ha'e lo'ed best,

But thou art Queen within my breast,

For ever to remain

O lay &c.

Dear lad, gin ye'll be leel and true,

There's nane I like sae weel as you,