Young Jockie Was The Blythest Lad（1 / 1）

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.