Jamie Gay

As Jamie Gay gang'd blyth his way, Along the banks of Tweed, A bonny lass, as e'er was seen, Came tripping o'er the mead; The hearty swain, untaught to fain, The buxom nymph survey'd, And full of glee, as lad could be, Bespoke the pretty maid.

Dear lassie tell, why by thine sell Thou hast'ly wand'rest here. My ewes, she cry'd, are straying wide, Can'st tell me, laddie, where? To town I hye, he made reply, Some meikle sport to see; But thou'rt so sweet, so trim and neat, I'll seek the ewes with thee.

She gave her hand, nor made a stand, But lik'd the youth's intent; O'er hill and dale, o'er plain and vale, Right merrily they went; The birds sang sweet, the pair to greet, And flow'rs bloom'd all around; And as they walk'd, of love they talk'd, And joys which lovers crown'd.

And now the sun had rose to noon, The zenith of his power, When to a shade their steps they made, To pass the mid-day hour. The bonny lad row'd in his plaid The lass, who scorn'd to frown: She soon forgot the ewes she sought, And he to gang to town.