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Over the Hills and Far Away (4) Jocky met with Jenny fair Aft by the dawning of the day; But Jockey now is fu' of care Since Jenny staw his heart away. Altho' she promis'd to be true She proven has, alake! unkind Which gars poor Jockey aften rue That e'er he loo'd a fickle mind. 'Tis o'er the hills and far away 'Tis o'er the hills and far away 'Tis o'er the hills and far away The wind has blown my Plad (sic) away. Jockey was a bonny lad And e'er was born in Scotland fair; But now poor Jockey is run mad, For Jenny causes his despair; Jockey was a Piper's son And fell in love when he was young But all the springs that he could play Was, O'er the Hills, and far away. He sung,"When first my Jenny's face I saw, she seem'd sae fu' of grace With meikle joy my heart was fill'd That's now, alas! with sorrow kill'd. Oh! was she but as true as fair 'Twad put an end to my despair. Instead of that she is unkind And wavers like the winter wind. Ah! could she find the dismal wae That for her sake I undergae She couldna chuse but grant relief And put an end to a' my grief; But, oh! she is as fause as fair Which causes a' my sighs and care; And she triumphs in proud disdain And takes a pleasure in my pain. Hard was my hap, to fa' in love With ane that does so faithless prove! Hard was my fate, to court a maid That has my constant heart betray'd! A thousand times to me she sware She wad be true for evermair; But, to my grief, alake! I say She staw my heart and ran away. Since that she will nae pity take I maun gae wander for her sake And, in ilk wood and gloomy grove I'll, sighing, sing," Adieu to love. Since she is fause whom I adore I'll never trust a woman more; Frae a' their charms I'll flee away And on my pipes I'll sweetly play," O'er hills and dales and far away O'er hills and dales and far away O'er hills and dales and far away The wind has blawn my plad away. From Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol.V (1619) RG
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