JOHNNIE LAD

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I bought a wife in Edinburgh for a bawbee,
    A                                          D
And gat a farthin' back again tae buy tabaccie wi',

Ch:
        D                         G
And wi' you, and wi' you, and wi' you, ma Johnnie lad,
     A                                                  D
I'll dance the buckles aff ma shoon wi' you, ma Johnnie lad

Now Samson was a mighty man, he fed on fish'n'chips,
Walkin' doon the Gallogate, a-pickin' up the nips*. (*fag butts)

On the Royal Tour o' Glasgae, ye should hae seen the Queen,
A-playin' at the fitba'* wi' the lads on Glasgae Green, (*football)

Now the Captain o' the other side was scorin' in great style:
The Queen, she called the Po-lice in and clapped him into jail.