大象传媒

Jockey's taen the parting kiss,
O'er the mountains he is gane ,
And with him is a' my bliss,
Nought but griefs with me remain,
Spare my Love, ye winds that blaw ,
Plashy sleets and beating rain!
Spare my Love, thou feath'ry snaw ,
Drifting o'er the frozen plain!

When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair , gladsome e'e ,
Sound and safely may he sleep,
Sweetly blythe his waukening be.
He will think on her he loves,
Fondly he'll repeat her name;
For where'er he distant roves,
Jockey's heart is still at hame.