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.”