I bought a wife in Edinburgh for A bar B
I got a fad and buck again to buy to pack her
And we,
and we you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad
I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad
When old King Arthur ruled this land he was a thieving king
He stole twelve bowls of barley meal to make a white pudding
And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad
That pudding it was half a good,
was well filled it with plums The lumps are
sweet and tea it were big as Bethma thumbs
And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad
Oh,
Samson was a mechty man,
he forked for Cuddy's jars He won a score
of battles wearing crimson flannel draws
And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad
There was a man in Nineveh and he was wondrous wise He
loped into a hawthorn hedge and scratched out both his eyes
And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad
And when he saw they were scratched out he was gay troubled
then So he leapt up to another bush and scratched him back again
And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad
Napoleon was an emperor,
he ruled both land and sea He was king of
France and Germany but he never ruled by the sea
And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad
On the royal tour of Glasgow you should have seen the Queen
Playing football with the lions down on the Glasgow Queen
And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad
The centre for the other side was scoring in great style
The Queen she called a policeman and clapped him in the join
And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad
Oh Johnny is a bonnie lad,
he is a lad of mine Up Nevada,
Debetto,
in the night of twenty nine And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad And we,
you,
and we you,
and we you,
my Johnny lad I'll dance the buckles off machine with you,
my Johnny lad