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.