my seven braw sons for jamie drew sword,
but now i greet round their green beds in the yerd;
it brak the sweet heart o' my faithful and dame,—
there'll never be peace till jamiees hame.
now life is a burden that bows me down,
sin' i tint my bairns, and he tint his crown;
but till my last moments my words are the same,—
there'll never be peace till jamiees hame.