Of aˇ®the lads in tinwald woun
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the lovely fair, the black or broun
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there never was sae droll a loon
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as bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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my dad a peck oˇ®lint did sow
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I gaed top see how it did grow
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when wha come skipping owre the knowe
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but bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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terry owden dowden day
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the queerest loon in laich or brae
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is bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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I wandred oot to weed the same
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my laddie kenˇ®d I was frae hame
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to follow me ha wasna lame
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my bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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I took the flax unto the mill
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my jewel fo 5llowˇ®d after still
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and coming hame I gat a gill
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frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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terry owden dowden day ...
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at last, aˇ®e night, into the park
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I met with him when it was dark
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and, oh, the kissinˇ® that I gat
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frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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but Johnnieˇ®s true, he did me wed
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yestreen before the priest we gaed
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I carena noo for man or dad
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sinˇ® I hae Johnnie Lowrie
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terry owden dowden day ...
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a fig, say I, for jacking grown
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or priest or elder in the toun
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Iˇ®ll takˇ® the warld, rough and rounˇ®
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wiˇ® bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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Bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
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