my seven braw sons for jamie drew sword,

but now i greet round their green beds in the yerd;

it brak the sweet heart o' my faithful and dame,—

there'll never be peace till jamie es hame.

now life is a burden that bows me down,

sin' i tint my bairns, and he tint his crown;

but till myst moments my words are the same,—

there'll never be peace till jamie es hame.