The waes o’ my heart fa’ in showers frae my e’e,
While my gudeman lies sound by me.
Young Jamie lo’ed me weel, and sought me for his bride;
But saving a crown he had naething else beside:
To make the crown a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea;
And the crown and the pund were baith for me.
He hadna been awa’ a week but only twa,
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.