There’ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame

By yonCastle 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 doon 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 naweelsay’t, but we kenwha’sto blame, –
There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

My seven brawsons for Jamie drew sword,
But now I greetround their green beds in the yerd;
It brakthe sweet heart o’my faithful and 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 tinthis crown;
Buttill my last moments my words are the same, –
There’ll never be peace tillJamie comes hame.