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JOCKEY WAS THE BLYTHE ST LAD.
Young Jockey was the blytheft lad
In a’ our town, or here aw a’;
Fu’ blyth he whiftled at the gaud,
Fu’ lightly danc’d he in the ha’.
He roos’d my een fae bonie blue.
He roos’d my waift fae genty fma’;
An’ aft my heart came to my mou.
When ne’er a body heard or faw.
My Jockey toils upon the plain,
Thro’ wind and weet, thro’ froft and fnaw;
And o’er the lee I look fu’ fain.
When Jockey’s owfen hameward ca’.
An’ ay the night comes round again.
When' in his arms he takes me a’;
An’ ay he vows he’ll be my ain.
As lang’s he has a breath to draw.
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