You Shan't Sir

Johnny met me t'other day, Blithe young soldier Johnny; Whither going he did say, Pretty lass, so bonny: Stop awhile, and let us tall— No, says I, I can't, Sir, Then, says he, with you I'll walk— No, says I—you shan't Sir.

Johnny dropp'd his hand with speed, And he kiss'd me sweetly; Yes, he truly did, indeed, Oh, he did it neatly:— Still he cry'd, come, let us woo— No, says I—I can't, Sir, Then, says he, I'll gang with you— No, says I—You shan't, Sir.

Come, my dear, be kind—says he— Soothe a lover's sorrow; And to Church repair with me, Bonny lass, to-morrow: Say you will, and ease my woe— No, says I—I can't, Sir. Then, said he, to war I'll go— No, says I—You shan't, Sir.