| Of a’the lads in tinwald woun
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| The lovely fair, the black or broun
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| There never was sae droll a loon
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| As bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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| My dad a peck o’lint did sow
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| I gaed top see how it did grow
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| When wha come skipping owre the knowe
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| But bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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| Terry owden dowden day
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| The queerest loon in laich or brae
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| Is bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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| I wandred oot to weed the same
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| My laddie ken’d I was frae hame
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| To follow me ha wasna lame
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| My bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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| I took the flax unto the mill
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| My jewel follow’d after still
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| And coming hame I gat a gill
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| Frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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| Terry owden dowden day …
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| At last, a’e night, into the park
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| I met with him when it was dark
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| And, oh, the kissin' that I gat
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| Frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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| But Johnnie’s true, he did me wed
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| Yestreen before the priest we gaed
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| I carena noo for man or dad
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| Sin' I hae Johnnie Lowrie
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| Terry owden dowden day …
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| A fig, say I, for jacking grown
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| Or priest or elder in the toun
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| I’ll tak' the warld, rough and roun'
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| Wi' bonnie Johnnie Lowrie |