SONG 27. Johnny and Mary

Down the burn, and thro' the mead, His golden locks wav'd o'er his brow, Johnny lilting tun'd his reed, And Mary wip'd her bonny mou'. Dear she loo'd the well known song, While her Johnny, blith and bonny, Sung her praise the whole day long. Down the burn, and thro' the mead, His golden locks wav'd o'er his brow, Johnny lilting tun'd his reed, And Mary wip'd her bonny mou'.

Costly claiths she had but few: Of rings and jewels nae great store; Her face was fair, her love was true, And Johnny wisely wish'd nae mair: Love's the pearl, the shepherd's prize, O'er the mountain, near the fountain, Love delights the shepherd's eyes. Down the burn, &c.

Gold and titles give not health, And Johnny cou'd nae these impart; Youthsu' Mary's greatest wealth Was still her faithsu' Johnny's heart: Sweet the joys the lovers find, Great the treasure, sweet the pleasure, Where the heart is always kind. Down the burn, &c.