Jockey OF THE Green

NAe mair, ye bonny lasses gay, Your blithesome sonnets now display, For Jem of Aberdeen;

But join your voices now with me, And, as we gang along the lee, Sing Jockey of the green.

His looks like any sun beams play, When Phoebus gilds the first of May; His face is ruddy seen;

And then he trips wi sic a grace, All other lads to him give place, Sweet Jockey of the green.

At kirk he says he'll take my hand: Who can his bonny suit withstand? He smiles sae sweet, I ween;

I vow my heart cannot deny, Wi his kind wish I shall comply, My Jockey of the green.