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 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.