| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | There’ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame | | By Robert Burns (1759–1796) |
| | | 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 doon came,— | |
| There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. | |
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| The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, | |
| But now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; | 10 |
| It brak the sweet heart o’ my faithfu’ auld dame,— | |
| There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. | |
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| Now life is a burden that bows me down, | |
| Sin’ I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown; | |
| But till my last moments my words are the same,— | 15 |
| There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. | | | | |
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