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

The lillies white ſhall be my bed,
Tartans bright my coverlid,
To ſing 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 pleaſure I will crown
With Jamie you call the Rover.

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

Tho’ all my friends ſhould me deſpiſe,
Yet to his praiſe my voice I’ll raiſe,
For he’s a jewel in my eyes,
Young Jamie you call the Rover.

I and S, I muſt confeſs,
The thiſtle and crown bis motto is;
Of all the ſwains he deſerves the praiſe,
Young Jame you call the Rover.