The Birkin Tree

Oh lass, gin' ye would think it right

Tae gyang wi' me this very night

We'll cuddle tae the mornin' light

By a' the lave unseen O

And ye will be my dearie

My ain dearest dearie

It's ye will be my dearie

Gin ye meet me at e'en O

I canna for my mammy gae

She locks the door and keeps the key

And in the mornin' charges me

And aye aboot the men O

For she says they're a' deceivers

Deceivers, deceivers

She says they're a' deceivers

Ye canna trust ane O

Oh nivver min' yer mammy's yell

Nae doot she met yer dad hersel'

And should she flyte, ye can tell her

She's aft times done the same O

So lassie, gie's yer hand on't

Yer bonnie milk-white hand on't

Lassie, gie's yer hand on't

And scorn tae lie yer lane O

Oh lad, my haun' I canna gi'e

But aiblins I man steal the key

And I'll meet ye at yon birkin tree

That grows doon in the glen O

But dinna lippen, laddie

I canna promise, laddie

Oh dinna lippen, laddie

In case I canna win O

So he's gaen tae the birkin tree

In hopes his ain true tae see

Fa come trippin' ower the lea

But just his bonnie Jean O

And she's clinkit doon beside him

Beside him, beside him

She's clinkit doon beside him

Amangst the grass sae green O

"I'm overjoyed wi' rapture noo"

Quo' he, and preed his cherry moo'

And Jeannie ne'er had cause tae rue

That nicht upon the green O

For she has got her Johnny

Her ain lovin' Johnny

It's she has got her Johnny

And Johnny's got his Jean O