Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
265 . SongYoung Jockie was the Blythest Lad
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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 waist sae genty sma’; An’ aye my heart cam to my mou’, When ne’er a body heard or saw. Thro’ wind and weet, thro’ frost and snaw: And o’er the lea I leuk fu’ fain, When Jockie’s owsen hameward ca’. 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.