young jamie, pride of a' the plain
  tune—“the carlin of the glen.”
  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.
  but now, wi' sighs and starting tears,
  he strays amang the woods and breirs;
  or in the glens and rocky caves,
  his sad complaining dowie raves:—
  “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.
  “the slighted maids my torments see,
  and laugh at a' the pangs i dree;
  while she, my cruel, scornful fair,
  forbids me e'er to see her mair.”