JOCKEYS taen the parting kiss,
Oer the mountains he is gane,
And with him is a my bliss,
Nought but griefs with me remain,
Spare my Love, ye winds that blaw,
Plashy sleets and beating rain!
Spare my Love, thou feathry snaw,
Drifting oer the frozen plain!
When the shades of evening creep
Oer the days fair, gladsome ee,
Sound and safely may he sleep,
Sweetly blythe his waukening be.
He will think on her he loves,
Fondly hell repeat her name;
For whereer he distant roves,
Jockeys heart is still the same.