The Bony lad/Jamie the Rover

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The Bony lad (1810s)
Jamie the Rover
3283766The Bony lad — Jamie the Rover1810s

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JAMIE THE ROVER.

Of all the days that’s in the year,
The tenth of June I love most dear ;
And for his sake these robes I’ll wear,
For he alone is all my care,
Young Jamie you call the Rover.

The fairest flowers of white and blue,
I’ll wear a robe of that same hue,
All this and mere for him I’ll do.
Young Jamie you call the Rover.

My maidens all shall wear the same,
Six boys in white shail bear his train,
While I alone his praise proclaim,
The titles of Jamie the Rover.

All in tartan my love shall be drest,
With a diamond star upon his bread.
And of the rest I’ll count him the best,
Young Jamie you call the Rover.

Tho’ some call him a bricklayer’s son,
But I say he is nobly born,
For to the royal he does belong.
Young Jamie you call the Rover.

I need not strange at Nature’s change,
Tho’ he abroad be forc’d to range,
I'll find him out where he remains,
Young Jamie you call the Rover.

It is not in England I delight,
But over to Flanders I’ll take my flight,
And there I'll ramble both day and night,
With Jamie you call the Rover.

O if I were on the top of yon tree,
Where none they would hear nor see,
Then I would sing right cheerfully,
With Jamie you call the Rover.

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.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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