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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
(1757 - 1827.] My mither she fell sick, --my Jamie was
What immortal hand or eye
Burned the fire of thine eyes !
On what wings dare he aspire ?
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,