Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

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.