YOUNG Jockie was the blythest lad,
In a our town or here awa;
Fu blythe he whistled at the gaud,
Fu lightly dancd he in the ha.
He roosd my een sae bonie blue,
He roosd my waist sae genty sma;
An aye my heart cam to my mou,
When neer a body heard or saw.
My Jockie toils upon the plain,
Thro wind and weet, thro frost and snaw:
And oer the lea I leuk fu fain,
When Jockies owsen hameward ca.
An aye the night comes round again,
When in his arms he taks me a;
An aye he vows hell be my ain,
As langs he has a breath to draw.
