Oh, do you know my Johnny, he is down in yonder lea?   He's sneakin' 'round and creepin' and he's, aye, watchin' me   He's pullin' and he's teasin' 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 sittin' 'round a-roarin' fire   There's me, a silly lassie, just as like as if I's mad      Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny lad   Teasin' you, my Johnny laddie, teasin' you, my Johnny lad   Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' 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, teasin' 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