And now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; weep, churchyard
It brak the sweet heart o' my faithfu' auld dame—
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
‘Now life is a burden that bows me down,
Sin' I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown; lost, children
But till my last moment my words are the same—
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.’
I HAE BEEN AT CROOKIEDEN
I hae been at Crookieden— Hell
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie!