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.”