The tear stand in your e'e;
Oh, could I ween, fair Lady Jane,
That then ye lo'ed na me?"
"But sair, sair hae I rued that day,
An' sairer yet may rue;
Ye thought na on my maiden love,
Nor yet my rosy hue.
"Ye thought na' on my bridal bed,
Nor vow nor tear o' mine;
Ye thought upon the lands o' Nith,