I winna gang back

I winna gang back to my mammy again,

I'll never gae back to my mammy again;

I've held by her apron these aught years an' ten,

But I'll never gang back to my mammy again.

I've held by her apron, &c.

Young Johnnie cam' down i' the gloamin' to woo,

Wi' plaidie sae bonnie, an' bannet sae blue:

"O come awa', lassie, ne'er let mammy ken;"

An' I flew wi' my laddie o'er meadow an' glen.

O come awa', lassie, &c.

He ca'd me his dawtie, his dearie, his dow,

An' press'd hame his words wi' a smack o' my mou';

While I fell on his bosom, heart-tichtered an' fain,

An' sigh'd out, "O Johnnie, I'll aye be your ain!"

While I fell on his bosom, &c.

Some lasses will talk to the lads wi' their e'e,

Yet hanker to tell what their hearts really dree;

Wi' Johnnie I stood upon nae stappin'-stane,

Sae I'll never gang back to my mammy again.

Wi' Johnnie I stood, &c.

For mony lang year sin' I play'd on the lea,

My mammy was kind as a mither could be;

I've held by her apron these aught years and ten,

But I'll never gang back to my mammy again.

I've held by her apron, &c.