The Sweetest Lad Was Jamie

The sweetest lad was Jamie
The sweetest, the dearest;
And well did Jamie love me
And not a fault has he
Yet one he had, it spoke his praise
He knew not woman's wish to teaze
He knew not all our silly ways
Alas! The woe [is]1 me!

For though I loved my Jamie
Sincerely and dearly
Yet, often when he woo'd me
I held my head on high;
And huffed and tossed with saucy air
And danced with Donald at the fair
And placed his ribbon in my hair
And Jamie, -- passed him by

So, when the war-pipes sounded
Dear Jamie he left me
And now some other maiden
Will Jamie turn to woo
My heart will break, and well it may
For who would word of pity say
To her who threw a heart away
So faithful and so true?

Oh! Knew he how I loved him
Sincerely and dearly!
And I would fly to meet him
Oh! happy were the day!
Some kind, kind friend, oh! come between
And tell him of my altered mien!
That Jeanie has not Jeanie been
Since Jamie went away!