Robert Burns

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JOCKEY’S ta’en the parting kiss,
  O’er the mountains he is gane;
And with him is a’ my bliss,
  Nought but griefs with me remain.

Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw,
  Plashy sleets and beating rain!
Spare my luve, thou feathery snaw,
  Drifting o’er the frozen plain!

When the shades of evening creep
  O’er the day’s fair, gladsome ee,
Sound and safely may he sleep,
  Sweetly blithe his waukening be!

He will think on her he loves,
  Fondly he’ll repeat her name;
For where’er he distant roves,
  Jockey’s heart is still the same.