William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Auld Robin GrayLady Anne Lindsay (17501825)
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And a’ the warld to rest are gane,
The waes o’ my heart fa’ in showers frae my e’e,
While my gudeman lies sound by me.
But saving a croun he had naething else beside:
To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea;
And the croun and the pund were baith for me.
When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa’;
My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea—
And auld Robin Gray came a-courtin’ me.
I toil’d day and night, but their bread I couldna win;
Auld Rob maintain’d them baith, and wi’ tears in his e’e
Said, ‘Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!’
But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack;
His ship it was a wrack—why didna Jamie dee?
Or why do I live to cry, Wae’s me!
But she look’d in my face till my heart was like to break:
They gi’ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea;
Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me.
When mournfu’ as I sat on the stane at the door,
I saw my Jamie’s wraith, for I couldna think it he,
Till he said, ‘I’m come hame to marry thee.’
We took but ae kiss, and I bade him gang away:
I wish that I were dead, but I’m no like to dee;
And why was I born to say, Wae’s me!
I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin;
But I’ll do my best a gude wife aye to be,
For auld Robin Gray he is kind unto me.