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My father coudna work,
my mither coudna ſpin;
I toil’d day and night,
but their bread I coudna win;
And Robin maintain’d them baith,
and with tears in his eye,
Said Jenny, for their ſake,
O will ye marry me?
My heart it ſaid him nay,
I look’d for Jamie hack,
But the wind it blew high,
and the ſhip it went to wreck,
The ſhip it went to wreck,
Why did not Jamie die?
And why do I live
to ſay O wae’s me?
Auld Robin urged fair,
tho’ my mither didna ſpeak;
She looked in my face
till my heart was like to braks;
Sae they made me gi’e my hand,
but my heart was in the ſea;
Now auld Robin Gray
is a guid mrn to me.
I hadna been a wife
a week but only four,
When ſtiring ae night
