With You, My Johnny

(альбом: Sold Out - 1960)

Oh, do you know my Johnny, he is down in yonder lea?
He's sneaking 'round and creeping and he's, aye, watching me
He's pulling and he's teasing but his meanin's not so bad
If it's ever going to be, tell me now, Johnny lad
Tell me now, my Johnny laddie, tell me now, my Johnny lad
If it's ever going to be, tell me now Johnny lad

When the sheep are in the fold and the cows are in the byre and other lads and lasses sitting 'round a-roaring fire
There's me, a silly lassie, just as like as if I's mad, through the nooks and barley stooks, teasing you, Johnny lad
Teasing you, my Johnny laddie, teasing you, my Johnny lad
Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasing you, Johnny lad

Oh, Johnny's blythe and bonnie
He's the pride o' yonder lea and I love him best of any though he's, aye, teasing me
Though he teases me and squeezes me and tickles me like mad
None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad
And it's you, my Johnny laddie, aye, it's you, my Johnny lad
None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad

Oh, my Johnny's not a gentleman nor yet is he a laird but I would follow Johnny lad, although he was a card
Oh, Johnny is a bonnie lad
He was once a lad of mine and I've never had a better lad though I've had twenty-nine
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad
Oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad
Oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad