Hey, how, my Johnnie lad

Hey, how, my Johnnie lad,

Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been,

For gin your voice I had na kent,

I'm sure I couldna trust my een;

Sae weel's ye might ha'e courted me,

And sweetly pree'd my mou' bedeen:

Hey, how, my Johnnie lad,

Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been.

My father, he was at the pleugh,

My mither, she was at the mill;

My brother, he was at the moss,

And no ane near our sport to spill:

A lug to listen was na there,

And still less fear o' being seen

Hey, how, my Johnnie lad,

Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been.

Wad ony lad who lo'ed me weel

Ha'e left me a' my liefu' lane,

To count the minutes as they crawled,

And think life's sweetest moments gane.

I wonder what was in your head,

I wonder what was in your een,

Hey, how, my Johnnie lad,

Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been.

But I shall seek some other lad,

Whose love is upmost in his mind;

As gleg as light, wha has the slight

O' kenning when he should be kind.

Then ye may woo wi' blinkin' Bess—

For you nae mair I'll sigh and green:

Hey, how, my Johnnie lad,

Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been.