My heart it said nay; I look'd for Jamie back;
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?
My father urgit sair: my mother didna speak,
But she looked 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.
I hadna been a wife a week but only four,
When, mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door,