The Soldier's Departure/I Hae Lost My Jeanie, O

by Anonymous

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I HAE LOST MY JEANIE, O.

Tune, 'The Lee Rigg.'

O I hae seen when fields were green,
And birds sae blythe and cheerie, O,
How swift the day wad pass away,
When I was wi' my dearie, O:
But now I neither laugh nor sing,
My looks are alter'd cleanlie, O;
I'll never like a lass again,
Since I hae last my Jeanie, O.

Now I maun grane an' greet my lane,
An' never ane to heed me, O;
My claes, that ay were neat an' clean.
Can scarce be said to deed me, O;
My heart is sair, my elbows bare,
My pouch without a guinea, O;
I'll never taste o' pleasure mair,
Since I hae lost my Jeanie, O.

O Fortune! thou hast us'd me ill;
Far waur than my deservin', O;
Thrice o'er the crown thou'st knock'd me down,
An' left me hafflins starvin', O:
Thy roughest blast has blawn the last;
My lass has us'd me meanlie, O;
Thy sharpest dart has pierc'd my heart,
An' ta'eri frae me my Jeanie, O.

I'll nae mair strive, while I'm alive,
For aught but missin' slavery, O.
This world's a stage, a pilgrimage,
A mass o' nought but knav'ry, O:
If fickle fame but save my name,
An' frae oblivion screen me, O;
Then farewell fortune, farewell love,
An' farewell bonnie Jeanie, O.