Sweet Jeanie lass.
[Addressed to one of the rising generation of "Ayrshire's bonnie lasses." By Capt. Charles Gray, R. M.—Here first printed.]
Sweet Jeanie lass, my dearie,
Gin I were young again,
Nane else through life should cheer me,
Wad thou but be my ain.
But eild is creepin' o'er me;
Bark shadows lower apace;
While hope shines bright before thee,
And joy lights up thy face.
May health, life's greatest blessing,
Beam on thy cheek and brow;
Be thine love's fond caressing
Wi' ane whase heart is true.
May age wi' a' its treasure
O' sober thoughts be mine;
While ilka heartfelt pleasure,
Dear Jeanie lass, is thine.