Robert Burns, 1794
Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain,|
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain,
Thro' a' our lasses he did rove,
And reign'd resistless King of Love.
2. But now, wi' sighs and starting tears,
3. "I wha sae late did range and rove,|
And chang'd with every moon my love,
I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear.
4. "The slighted maids my torments see,
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