young jamie, pride of a' the plain
tune—“the carlin of the glen.”
young jamie, pride of a' the plain,
sae gallant and sae gay a swain,
thro' a' our lasses he did rove,
and reign'd resistless king of love.
but now, wi' sighs and starting tears,
he strays amang the woods and breirs;
or in the glens and rocky caves,
his sad complaining dowie raves:—
“i wha sae late did range and rove,
and chang'd with every moon my love,
i little thought the time was near,
repentance i should buy sae dear.
“the slighted maids my torments see,
and laugh at a' the pangs i dree;
while she, my cruel, scornful fair,
forbids me e'er to see her mair.”