BY yon Castle wa', at the close of the day, <br />I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was grey: <br />And as he was singing, the tears doon came,— <br />There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. <br /> <br /> <br />The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, <br />Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars, <br />We dare na weel say't, but we ken wha's to blame,— <br />There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. <br /> <br /> <br />My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, <br />But now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; <br />It brak the sweet heart o' my faithful and dame,— <br />There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. <br /> <br /> <br />Now life is a burden that bows me down, <br />Sin' I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown; <br />But till my last moments my words are the same,— <br />There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/314-song-there-ll-never-be-peace-till-jamie-comes-hame/
