Old Blind Dogs - 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