Bonny lass/I'll clout Johnny's grey breeks

JOHNNY's GREY BREEKS.

When I was in my se'enteenth year,
⁠I wa baith blythe and bonny O!
The lads lo'ed me baith far and near,
⁠but I lo'ed nane but Johnny O.
He gain'd my heart in twa three weeks,
⁠he spak sae blyth and kindly O;
And I made him new grey breeks,
⁠that fitted him most finely, O.

He was a handsome fellow,
⁠his humour was baith frank and free,
His bonny locks sae yellow
⁠like gowd they glitter'd in my ee!
His dimpl'd chin and rosy cheeks,
⁠and face so fair and ruddy O!
And then a days his grey breeks
⁠was neither auld nor duddy O.

But now they're thread bare worn,
⁠they're wider than they us'd to be,
They're tashed like and fair torn,
⁠and clouted fair on ilka knee;
But gin I live anither year,
⁠as I have done right many O,
I'll mak a web o' grey claith,
⁠to be breeks to my Johnny O.

For he's well-worthy o' them,
⁠and better gin I had to gie;
And I'll tak pains upo' them,
⁠frae faults I'll strive to keep them free:
To clead him weel shall be my {{illegible},
⁠and plea'e him a my (illegible text) O!
But he maun wear the auld pair
⁠a wee, tho' they be duddy O.

For when my lad was in his prime,
⁠like him there was nae mony O;
He ca'd me ay his bonny thing
⁠sae wha was (illegible text) Johnny O?
So I lo'e my Johnny's grey breeks
⁠for a the care they've gi'en me yet,
And gin we live anither year,
⁠he'll get new breeks unmended yet.

Now to conclude. His grey breeks
⁠I'll sing them up wi' mirth and glee;
Here's luck to a the grey sleeks
⁠that show themselves upo the knee.
But if a wee wi' health I'm spar'd,
⁠and I trust it will be sae
I'll hae his breeks as weel prepar'd
⁠as ony e'er was made o grey.