The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Young Jockey
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YOUNG JOCKEY.
Young Jockey was the blithest ladIn a' our town or here awa;Fu' blithe 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 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' fainWhen Jockey's owsen hameward ca'.An' aye the night comes round again,When in his arms he takes me a';An' aye he vows he'll be my ainAs lang's he has a breath to draw.