Tune.-'Low down in the broom.' "Deuce tek the clock ! click-clackin sae
Still in a body's ear ;
It tells and tells the time is past,
When Jwohnie sad been here ;
Deuce tek the wheel! 'twill nit rin roun-
Nae mair to-neet I'll spin,
But, count each minute wi' a seegh,
Till Jwohnie he steals in. "How nevce the spunky fire it burns,
For twee to sit beside !
For there's the seat where Jwohnie sits,
And I forget to cheyde !
MY faulder, tui, how sweet he snwores !
My mudder fait asleep ;
He promis'd oft, but, oh ! I fear
His word he wunnet keep ! "What can it be keeps him frae me?
The ways are nit sae lang,
And the sleet and snaw are naught at aw.
If yen were fain to gang !
Some ither lass, wi' bonnier feace,
Has catch'd his wicked ee,
And I'll be pointed at the kurk-
Nay ! suiner let me dee ! "O durst we lasses nobbet gang,
And sweetheart them we like,
I'd rin to thee, my Jowhnie lad
Nor stop at hog or dyke ;
But custom's see a silly thing,
For men mun hae their way,
And mony a bonny lassy sit,
And wish frae day to day. "But, wisht I hear my Jwohnie's fit
Aye ! that's his varra clog !
He steeks he faul-year softly tui
O hang that cwoley dog !
Now, hey for seeghs and suggar words,
Wi' kisses nit a few-
0 but this warl's a paradise,
When lovers they pruive true !" Notes From the NSW Newspaper The Monitor 29 May 1828 Page 6.