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7 An' little birds a' round their bow'rs

In harmony convene.

The cuckoo flies fraé tree to tree,

While saft the zephyrs blaw:

But what are a' the joys to me,

When Jockey's far away.

When Jockey's far away on sea

When Jockey's far awa:

But what are a' thae joys to me,

When Jockey's far away.

Last morning, how sweet to see

The little lambkins play,

While my dear lad alang wi' me;

Did kindly walk this way :

On yon green bank, wild flow'rs he pu'd,

To busk my bosom braw.

Sweet sweet he talk'd, and aft he vow'd,

But now he's far away.

But now, &c.

O gentle peace return again,

Bring Jockey to my arms,

Frae dangers on the raging main

An' cruel war's alarms.

Gin e'er we meet nae mair we'll part,

While we hae breath to draw ;

Nor will I sing wi' aching heart,

My Jockey's far awa.

My Jockey's far, &c.