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and that will ſet the wind about,
And I will clout my Johnny's grey-breeks,
for a' the ill he's done me yet,
There was but ae ſpoon into the houſe
and Johnny made a cutty o't,
I'll clout my Johnny's grey-breeks,
for a' the ill he's done me yet,
Johnny and his grey-breeks,
Jenny and her petticoat.
And aught the bairn who will,
Johnny's be the daddy o't,
When the lad was in his prime,
like him there was not many O,
He could do it at any time,
and who was like my Johnny O.
Well do I love his grey-breeks,
for a' the ill they're done me yet,
For if he live another year,
I hope he'll wait upon me yet.
And I will clout my Johnny's grey-breeks,
for a' the ill he's done me yet,
There was but ae ſpoon into the houſe
and Johnny made a cutty o't,
I'll clout my Johnny's grey-breeks,
for a' the ill he's done me yet,
Johnny and his grey-breeks,
Jenny and her petticoat.
And aught the bairn who will,
Johnny's be the daddy o't,
When the lad was in his prime,
like him there was not many O,
He could do it at any time,
and who was like my Johnny O.
Well do I love his grey-breeks,
for a' the ill they're done me yet,
For if he live another year,
I hope he'll wait upon me yet.
THE ANSWER.
MY Molly ſays I did her ill,
But ſure I never intended it,
But if ſhe thinks I've done amiſs,
I'll do my beſt to mend it.
Who would wrong ſo fine a girl,
So witty good, and bonny O,
There's not a lad in all the town,
She's love ſo well; her Johnny O.
It was on a ſummer's evening,
But ſure I never intended it,
But if ſhe thinks I've done amiſs,
I'll do my beſt to mend it.
Who would wrong ſo fine a girl,
So witty good, and bonny O,
There's not a lad in all the town,
She's love ſo well; her Johnny O.
It was on a ſummer's evening,
