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Johnny and Maty,
To its own Tune.
Down the burn, an' thro' the mead.
His golden locks wav'd o*er his brow,
Johnny lilting tun'd his reed,
An' Mary wip'd her bonny raou'.
Dear she lo'ed the well-known song.
While her Johnny, blythe an' bonny*
Sung her praise the whole day long*
Down the burn, See.
Costly claes she had but few ;
Of rings an' jewels nae great store ;
Her face was fair, her love was true,
An' Johnny wisely wish'd no more ;
Love's the pearl the shepherds prize ;
O'er the mountain, near the fountain,
Love delights the shepheid's eyes.
Down the burn, Sec.
Gold and titles give not health,
An' Johnny cou'd na these impart ;
Youthfu' Mary's greatest wealth
Was still her faithfu' Johnny's heart i

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