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My heart it said nay, I look'd for Jamie back;
But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wreck,
The ship it was a wreck, why didna Jamie die?
And why did I live to say waes me?
Auld Robin argued sair; tho' my mither didna speak,
She look'd in my face till my heart was like to break;
So they gie'd him my hand, though my heart was in the sea,
Now auld Robin Gray is a gudeman to me.
I hadna been a wife a week but only four,
When sitting sae mournfully ae day at the door,
I saw my Jamie's wrath, for I cou'dna think it he,
Till he said, I'm come back for to marry thee.
O sair did we greet, and muckle did we say;
We took but ae kiss, and we tore ourselves away.
I wish I were dead; but I'm no like to die,
And why do I live to say waes me?
I gang like a ghaist, and carena to spin;
I darena think on Jamie, for that would be a sin;
But I'll do my best a gudewife to be,
For auld Robin Gray is kind unto me.
For lack of Gold she's left me, oh!
For lack of gold she's left me, Oh!
And of a' that's dear bereft me Oh!
