Song CIV. Jamie Gay

As Jamie Gay gang'd blyth his way, A long the Banks of Tweed; A bonny Lass as ever was, Came tripping o'er the Mead.

The hearty Swain untaught to feign, The boxom Nymph survey'd, And full of glee as Lad could be, Bespoke the pretty Maid.

Dear Lassy tell, why by thine sell, Thou lonely wanderest here, My Ews she Cry'd are straying wide, Canst tell me Laddy where.

To Town I'se hie, he made reply, Some Muckle Sport to see, But thou'rt so sweet, so Trim, so near, I'se Seek thy Ews with thee.

She gin 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 Sung sweet, the Pair to greet, And Flow'rets bloom'd around, And as they walk'd, of Love they talk'd, And Lovers Joys when Crown'd.

And now the Sun had Rose to Noon, The Zeolth of his Power, When to the Shade, their Steps they made, To pass the Mid day Hour.

The bouny Lad, row'd in his Plad, The Lass whom scorn'd to frown, She soon forgot the Ews the sought, And he to gang to Town.