I’m a-Doun for Lack O’ Johnnie (A Little Scottish Fantasy) Lyrics

I'm a' doun, doun, doun,
I'm doun for lack o' Johnnie;
I'm a' doun, doun, doun,
I'm doun for lack o' Johnnie.
Gin Johnnie kent I was na weel,
I'm sure he would come to me;
But o, gin he's forsaken me,
Och hone! what will come o' me!

I'm a' doun, doun, doun,
I'm doun for lack o' Johnnie;
I'm a' doun, doun, doun,
I'm doun for lack o' Johnnie.
I sit upon an auld feal sunk,
I spin and greet for Johnnie;
But gin he's gi'en me the begunk,
Och hone! What will come o' me!

Gin Johnnie kent: if Johnnie knew
Och hone: alas
Auld feal sunk: old turf-seat
Greet: weep
Gi'en me the begunk: jilted me