Of a'the lads in tinwald woun the lovely fair, the black or broun there never was sae droll a loon as bonnie Johnnie Lowrie my dad a peck o'lint did sow I gaed top see how it did grow when wha come skipping owre the knowe but bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden day the queerest loon in laich or brae is bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
I wandred oot to weed the same my laddie ken'd I was frae hame to follow me ha wasna lame my bonnie Johnnie Lowrie I took the flax unto the mill my jewel follow'd after still and coming hame I gat a gill frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden day ...
at last, a'e night, into the park I met with him when it was dark and, oh, the kissin' that I gat frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie but Johnnie's true, he did me wed yestreen before the priest we gaed I carena noo for man or dad sin' I hae Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden day ...
a fig, say I, for jacking grown or priest or elder in the toun I'll tak' the warld, rough and roun' wi' bonnie Johnnie LowrieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
