And be a widow for my ſake,
a twelve-month and a day,
And I will leave whate’er belongs
to Auld Robin Gray.
I laid Poor Robin in the earth,
as decent as I could,
And ſhed a tear upon his grave,
for he was very geud;
I took my (illegible text) in my hand,
and in my cot I ſigh’d
Ah! wae’s me, what ſhall I do,
ſince Poor Auld Robin’s dy’d.
Search ev’ry part throughout the land,
there’s none like me forlorn;
I’m ready e’en to bann the day
that ever I was born:
For Jamie all I lov’d on earth,
ah! he is gone away.
My Father’s dead my mither’s dead,
and eke Auld Robin Gray.
At length the merry bells rang round,
I cou’dna gueſs the cauſe,
But Rodney was the man they ſaid,
who had gain’d ſuch applauſe:
I doubted if the tale was true,
till Jamie came to me.
And ſhe wed a purſe of golden ore,
and ſaid, it is for thee.
FINIS.
