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265. Song—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.

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