document.write("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 />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 />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 />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.");