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Paterson. Sot “I GANG LIKE A GHAIST, AND I CARENA TO SPIN.” – Page 85.

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gang awa':

dee;

I hadna been a wife a week but only four,

When, mournfu'as I sat on the staneat my LADY ANNE BARNARD.

door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna

think it he, (1705 – 1825.)

Till he said, “I'm come home, love, to AULD ROBIN GRAY.

marry thee.” When the sheep are in the fauld, and 0, sair did we greet, and muckle say of a'! the kye come hame,

I gie'd him but ae kiss, and bade him And a' the weary warld to sleep are gane; The waes o' my heart fa’ in showers frae I wish I were dead! but I'm no like to

my ee, While my gudeman lies sound by me. And why do I live to cry, Wae 's me? Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and socht i gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin ; me for his bride;

I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad But saving a croun, he had naething be a sin; else beside;

But I'll do my best a gude wife to be, To mak that croun a pund, my Jamie For auld Robin Gray, he is kind to me.

gaed to sea; And the croun and the pund they were

baith for me. He hadna been gane

twelvemonth and
a day,

WILLIAM BLAKE.
When my father brak his arm, and the
COW was stown awa:

(1757 - 1827.] My mither she fell sick, --my Jamie was

THE TIGER.
And auld Robin Gray cam' a-courtin' me. Tiger! Tiger ! burning bright,
My father couldna work, and my mother in the forests of the night ;
couldna spin;

What immortal hand or eye
I toiled day and nicht, but their bread I Could frame thy fearful symmetry ?

couldna win;
Auld Rob maintained them baith, and, In what distant deeps or skies
wi' tears in his ee',

Burned the fire of thine eyes !
Said, "Jeannie, for their sakes, will ye What the hand dare seize the fire ?

On what wings dare he aspire ?
na marry me?"
My heart it said nay, for I looked for And what shoulder, and what art,
Jamie back;

Could twist the sinews of thine heart ! But the wind it blew high, and the ship And when thy heart began to beat, it was a wrack;

What dread hand ? and what dread feet ? The ship it was a wrack — why didna Jamie dee?

What the hammer, what the chain ? Or why do I live to say, Wae's me? In what furnace was thy brain ?

What the anvil ? what dread grasp My father urged me sair : my mither didna Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

peak; But she lookit in my face till my heart when the stars threw down their spears, vas like to break;

And watered heaven with their tears,

at sea,

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