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 'Twas Jack; he chased all her alarms

He kicked Pest down the stairs,

Then, hast'hing to her longing arms,

He banish'd all her cares;

His children to his heart he press'd,

Bid joy again revive:

While Nancy cried, 'I'm truly bless'd,

Thank heaven, my Jack's alive.





O I hae seen when fields were green,

And birds sae blythe and cheerie, O,

How swift the day wad pass away.

When I was wi' my dearie, O:

But now I neither laugh nor sing,

My looks are alter'd cleanlie, O;

I'll never like a lass again,

Since I hae lost my Jeanie, O.

Now I maun grane an' greet my lane,

An' never ane to heed me, O;

My claes, that ay were neat an' clean,

Can scarce be said to cleed me, O;

My heart is sair, my elbows bare,

My pouch without a guinea, O;

I'll never taste o' pleasure mair,

Since I hae lost my Jeanie, O.