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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 night comes 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.