An Excellent New Song,
INTITULED
A Bonny LAD of High Renown.
To its own proper Tune.
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WHOM to shall I make my Adress?
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or whom to shall I mak my Moan?
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For the bonny Lad that I Lov'd best,
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another is come, and tane him me from.
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(2)
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A bonny Lad of High Renown,
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who Liv'd in Aberdeens fair Town,
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Courted Young Jenny blyth and gay;
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but she Swore he's stoln her Heart away.
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(3)
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O Johny, Johny, thou art to blame,
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O Johny, Johny, thou art to blame,
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For once in the Meadow and twice in the Lee,
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I am sure I am we wi' Bairn to thee.
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(4)
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For it was into the Month of June,
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when the Birds did sing Melodious Tune.
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When my Love and I did sport and play,
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and with her I did dance around Allay,
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(5)
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O Johny, Johny, thou art to blame,
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O Jonny, Johny, thou art to blame
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For once in the Meadow, and twice in the Lee
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I am sure I am wi' Bairn to thee.
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(6)
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Wi' Bairn to me! how can this be,
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for I was nere in a Bed with thee,
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But once in the Meadow, and twice in the Lee
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And Im sure this Bairn is not to me,
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For I never eat, but when I Drank,
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I never sleept, but when I lay,
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I never talkt but when I walkt,
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and how couldst thou Father the Bairn on me
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(8)
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O Jeany, Jeany, thou art to blame,
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O Jeany, Jeany, thou art to blame,
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For once in the Meadow and twice in the Lee
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and thou has a father to the Bairn more than me
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(9)
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But I'le set my Love fare abroad,
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and at her Frinds I'le ask no liberty,
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But let all true Archers and Men make bold
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but I myself will gain the Day.
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(10)
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My Love and I's like a Mine of Gold,
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planted in an Island in the Sea.
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Where Boats and Barks and Men make bold
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In that Curious Island for to see.
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(11)
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My Love and I's like a Mine of Gold,
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all Cloathed o're on every side,
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Where Boats and Barks and Men Make bold
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By that overflwing of the Tyde.
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(12)
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But if my Compass and my Card,
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cannot me the right shhow,
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With my Lead and my Line I'le play my part
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that Curious Island for to know.
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