That Lucy row’d up her wee kist wi’ her a’ in ’t,
And left her auld master and neebours sae dear.
For Lucy had serv’d i’ the Glen[16] a’ the simmer;
She cam there afore the bloom cam on the pea;[17]
An orphan was she, an’ they had been gude till her;
Sure that was the thing brought the tear to her ee.
She gaed by the stable, where Jamie was stan’in’,
Right sair was his kind heart her flittin’ to see;
Fare ye weel, Lucy! quo’ Jamie, and ran in—
The gatherin’ tears trickled fast frae her ee.