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By yon castle wa’, at the close of the day,

I heard a man sing, tho’ his head it was grey:

And as he was singing, the tears fast down came —

There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

The church is in ruins, the state is in jars,

Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars;

We dare na weel say’t but we ken wha’s to blame —

There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword,

And now I greet round their green beds in the yerd;

It brak the sweet heart o’ my faithfu’ auld dame —

There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

Now life is a burden that bows me down,

Sin’ I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown;

But till my last moment my words are the same —

There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.