1.
Where are the joys I hae met in the morning,
That danc'd to the lark's early sang?
Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring
At e'ening the wild-woods amang?
2.
Nae mair a-winding the course o' yon river
And marking sweet flowerets sae fair,
Nae mair I trace the light footsteps o' Pleasure,
But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care.
3.
Is it that Summer's forsaken our vallies,
And grim, surly Winter is near?
No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses
Proclaim it the pride o' the year.
4.
Fain wad I hide what I fear to discover,
Yet lang, lang, too well hae I known:
A' that has caused the wreck in my bosom
Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone!
5.
Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
Not Hope dare a comfort bestow.
Come then, enamor'd and fond of my anguish,
Enjoyment I'll seek in my woe!

Where are the joys I have met in the morning,
That danced to the lark's early song?
Where is the peace that awaited my wandering
At evening the wild-woods among?

No more a-winding the course of yonder river
And marking sweet flowerets so fair,
No more I trace the light footsteps of Pleasure,
But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care.

Is it that Summer has forsaken our valleys,
And grim, surly Winter is near?
No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses
Proclaim it the pride of the year.

Fondly would I hide what I fear to discover,
Yet long, long, too well have I known:
All that has caused the wreck in my bosom
Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone!

Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
Not Hope dare a comfort bestow.
Come then, enamored and fond of my anguish,
Enjoyment I will seek in my woe!