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And bade me name the bridal day,
Then happy he would be.
I ken the youth will aye prove kind.
Nae mair my mither will I mind.
Meſs-john to me ſhall quickly bind
Young Donald o’ Dundee.

Now simmer decks the fields with flowers
The woods wi’ leaves sae green;
And little birds aboon their bowers
In harmony convene;
The cuckoo flies frae tree to tree,
Whilst saft the zephyrs blay,
But when are a’ thir joys to me
When Jockey’s far awa.
When Jockey‘s far awa at ſea,
When Jockey’s far awa;
But when are a’ thir joys to me
When Jockey‘s far awa.
Last May morn how ſweet to ſee
The little lammies play,
Whilst my dear lad alang wi‘ me
Did gently walk this way,
On yon green bank wild flowers he pa‘d,
To busk my boſom braw,
Sweet, ſweet he talk‘d and aft he yow‘d
But now he‘s far awa.
But now, &c.