I'm o doun, doun, doun  I'm a doun for lack o'Johnnie  Gine Johnnie kent I was ne weel  I'm sure he would come to me  But o gin he's forsaken me  Och hone what will come o' me    I am sad, sad, sad  I am sad for lack of Johnnie  If Johnnie knew that I was not well  I'm sure he would come to me  But in the gin-house he has forsaken me  Oh now what will become of me
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