Young Jockey of the Carron Side

Ye silly lasses of the green,
Your leers and smiles are vain,
Who try with gaudy geer to wean
My bonny bonny swain.

He sees your scarlet knots and bows,
But views them with disdain,
For I alone receive the vows,
Of my dear bonny swain.

He is the wonder and the pride
Of all the rural plain,
No shepherd treads the Carron side
Like my dear bonny swain.

While Carron gently steals along,
To hear his lovely strain,
The flocks and herds impatient throng
Around my bonny swain.

Next Sabbath is our wedding-day!
I ne'er shall fear again,
Lest some might steal the heart away
Of my dear bonny swain.

Then, lasses, try with all your skill
My Jockey's love to gain,
When I have both the heart and will
Of my dear bonny swain.