young jockie was the blythest lad
young jockie was the blythest lad,
in a' our town or here awa;
fu' blythe he whistled at the gaud,
fu' lightly danc'd he in the ha'.
he roos'd my een sae bonie blue,
he roos'd my waist sae genty sma';
an' aye my heart cam to my mou',
when ne'er a body heard or saw.
my jockie toils upon the plain,
thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw:
and o'er the lea i leuk fu' fain,
when jockie's owsen hameward ca'.
an' aye the nightes round again,
when in his arms he taks me a';
an' aye he vows he'll be my ain,
as lang's he has a breath to draw.