Jwohny And Mary Poem by Robert Anderson

Young Mary was canny and bonny as onie lass,
Jwohny was lusty and weel to be seen;
Young Mary was aye the best dancer at murry neets,
Jwohny had won monie a belt on the green:
Lang, lang they were sweethearts, and nwotish'd by neybors;
Th'auld fwok they talk'd, and oft bragg'd o' the twee,
For Jwohny thought nin i'th' warl like young Mary
And Mary thought Jwohny aw she wish'd to see

A wee swope guid yell is a peer body's comfort,
But wo be to him that oft drinks till blin fou!
Young Jwohny ae day off wi' big to the market,
And drank wi' some neybors, he little thought how.
His auld fadder watch'd till the black hour o' midneet;
Widout his deer Jwohny, the naig gallop'd heame:
They sought, and they fan him that mwornin i' Eden,
Amang the green busses that nod owre the stream.

Auld Gibby he gowls, and aye talks of his Jwohny,
And sits by his greave, and oft meks a sad meane;
Peer Mary, the flow'r of aw flow'rs i' the parish,
Ne'er hods up her head, now her Jwohny is geane.
The dangerous yell--house kills monie brave fellows,
To get heame quite swober can ne'er be thought wrang;
Nae guid comes o' drinkin.--Ye lads aw around me,
At fair, or at market, aye think o' my sang!