The 'Dogs' sing it a wee bit differently to those lyrics. Oh lass, gin' ye would think it right Tae gyang wi' me this very night We'll cuddle tae the mornin' light By a' the lave unseen o' And ye will be my dearie My ain dearest dearie It's ye will be my dearie Gin ye meet me at e'en o' I canna for ma mammy gae She locks the door and hides the key And in the mornin' charges me And aye aboot the men o' For she says they're a' deceivers Deceivers, deceivers She says they're a' deceivers Ye canna trust in ane o' Oh dinaa min' yer mammy's yell Nae doot she met yer dad hersel' And should she flyte, ye can tell her She's aft times done the same o' So lassie, gie's yer hand on't Yer bonnie milk-white hand on't Lassie, gie's yer hand on't And scorn tae lie yer lane o' Oh lad, my haun' I canna gi'e But aiblins I maun steal the key And I'll meet ye at yon birkin tree That grows doon in the glen o' But dinna lippen, laddie I canna promise, laddie Oh dinna lippen, laddie In case I canna win o' So he's gaen tae the birkin tree In hopes his ain true love tae see When fa come trippin' ower the lea But just his bonnie Jean o' And she's clinkit doon beside him Beside him, beside him She's clinkit doon beside him Amang the grass sae green o' "I'm overjoyed wi' rapture noo" Quo' he, and preed his cherry moo' And Jeannie ne'er had cause tae rue That nicht upon the green o' For she has got her Johnny Her ain lovin' Johnny It's she has got her Johnny And Johnny's got his Jean o' I think those are right. ish
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