The Sweetest Lad Was Jamie

The sweetest lad was Jamie

The sweetest, the dearest;

And well did Jamie love me

And not a fault has he

Yet one he had, it spoke his praise

He knew not woman's wish to teaze

He knew not all our silly ways

Alas! The woe [is]1 me!

For though I loved my Jamie

Sincerely and dearly

Yet, often when he woo'd me

I held my head on high;

And huffed and tossed with saucy air

And danced with Donald at the fair

And placed his ribbon in my hair

And Jamie, -- passed him by

So, when the war-pipes sounded

Dear Jamie he left me

And now some other maiden

Will Jamie turn to woo

My heart will break, and well it may

For who would word of pity say

To her who threw a heart away

So faithful and so true?

Oh! Knew he how I loved him

Sincerely and dearly!

And I would fly to meet him

Oh! happy were the day!

Some kind, kind friend, oh! come between

And tell him of my altered mien!

That Jeanie has not Jeanie been

Since Jamie went away!