TUNE: The Lasses of the Ferry

1.
Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, ye're no sae kind's ye sud
hae been;
Gin your voice I had na kent, I cou'd na eithly trow
my een.
Sae weel's ye might hae touzled me, and sweetly prie'd
my mou bedeen;
Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, ye're no sae kind's ye sud
hae been;
2.
My Father he was at the pleugh, my Mither she was
at the mill,
My Billie he was at the moss, and no ane near our
sport to spill,
The feint a Body was therein there was nae fear of
being seen,
Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, ye're no sae kind's ye sud
hae been;
3.
Wad ony lad wha lo'ed her weel, hae left his bonny
lass her lane,
To sigh and greet ilk langsome hour, and think her sweetest
minutes gane,
O, had ye been a wooer leal, we shu'd hae met wi' hearts
mair keen,
Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, ye're no sae kind's ye sud
hae been;
4.
But I maun hae anither joe, whase love gangs never
out o' mind,
And winna let the moment pass, when to a lass he
can be kind,
Then gang your wa's to blinken Bess, nae mair for Johnie
shall she green,
Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, ye're no sae kind's ye sud
hae been;

TUNE: The Girls of the Ferry


Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, you are not so kind as you should have been;
If your voice I had not known, I could not easily trust
My eyes.
So well you might have tousled me, and sweetly tasted my mouth forthwith;
Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, you are not so kind as you should have been;

My Father he was at the plough, my Mother she was
at the mill,
My Brother he was at the moss, and no one near our
sport to spoil,
Not a Body was therein there was no fear of
being seen,
Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, you are not so kind as you should have been;

Would any lad who loved her well, have left his lovely lass on her lone,
To sigh and weep each lengthy hour, and think her sweetest minutes gone,
O, had you been a lover true, we should have met with hearts more keen,
Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, you are not so kind as you should have been;

But I must have another sweetheart, whose love goes never out of mind,
And would not let the moment pass, when to a girl he
can be kind,
Then go your ways to blinking Bess, no more for Johnie shall she look for,
Hey, how, my Jonnie lad, you are not so kind as you should have been;