young jamie, pride of a' the pin
tuhe carlin of the glen.”
young jamie, pride of a' the pin,
sae galnt and sae gay a swain,
thro' a' our sses 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 pining dowie raves:—
“i wha sae te did range and rove,
and g'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 ugh at a' the pangs i dree;
while she, my cruel, sful fair,
forbids me e'er to see her mair.”