Dave Guard/Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane

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