As thro' the grove the other day, I gang'd so blythe and bonny, Who should I meet upon the way But my true lover Johnny; With eager haste he clasp'd my waist, and kisses gave me plenty. Tho' I deny'd, and thus reply'd, Dear lad, I am not twenty.
What's that to me. the shepherd cry'd, you're old enough to marry, Then come, sweet lass, and be my bride, no longer let us tarry; But let's begone, o'er yonder lawn, where lads and lasses plenty, Are fill'd with joy, and kiss and toy, altho' they are not twenty.
I listen'd to his soothing tale, and gang'd with him so rarely, With song and pipe he did prevail, he won my wishes fairly; O! he's the lad, that makes me gl(illegible text) with kisses sweet and plenty; So I declare, by all that's fair, I'll wed tho' not quite twenty!
Divider from 'The Linnet', a chapbook printed in Falkirk in 1819