Young Jockey was the blythest lad

Young Jockey 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 bonny blue,

He roos'd my waist sae gently sma';

An' ay my heart came to my mou'

When ne'er a body heard or saw.

My Jockey toils upon the plain,

Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw;

And o'er the lea I look fu' fain,

When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'.

["And always the night comes round again,

When in his arms he takes me all,

And always he vows he will be my own"]

As lang's he has a breath to draw.