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 To foreign lands I’ll traight repair. For to find out my dearest dear. For he alone is ail my care, Young Jamie you call the Rover.

The lillies white hall be my bed, Tartans bright my coverlid, To ing of my love I’m not afraid, Young Jamie you call the Rover.

In his royal arms I will lay me down, In remembrance of the tenth of June, That all my pleaure I will crown With Jamie you call the Rover.

Thro’ foreign lands with him I’ll rove, Thro’ every plain and hady grove, For he’s the man I prize above, Young Jamie you call the Rover.

Tho’ all my friends hould me depie, Yet to his praie my voice I’ll raie, For he’s a jewel in my eyes, Young Jamie you call the Rover.

I and S, I mut confes, The thitle and crown bis motto is; Of all the wains he deerves the praie, Young Jame you call the Rover.