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Young Jamie, Pride Of A' The Plain.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "The carlin o' the glen." I.         Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain,         Sae gallant and sae gay a swain;         Thro' a' our lasses he did rove,         And reign'd resistless king of love:         But now wi' sighs and starting tears,         He strays amang the woods and briers;         Or in the glens and rocky caves         His sad complaining dowie raves. II.         I wha sae late did range and rove,         And chang'd with every moon my love,         I little thought the time was near,         Repentance I should buy sae dear:         The slighted maids my torment see,         And laugh at a' the pangs I dree;         While she, my cruel, scornfu' fair,         Forbids me e'er to see her mair!

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Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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