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.

The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars,
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.

My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword,
But now I greet round their green beds in the yerd;
It brak the sweet heart o' my faithful and dame, -
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

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, -
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
 

Footnote:  We end our mini series of songs by Robert Burns, in celebration of the 219th anniversary of the Kilmarnock Edition, with a work he crafted as a stirring, patriotic song in the Jacobite tradition.  It also acts as a reminder that Prince Charles Edward Stewart's standard was unfurled at Glenfinnan 260 years ago today (19 August 1745), marking the start of the 1745 Jacobite Rising.