His ship was a wrack—why didna Jamie dee?
Or why am I spared to cry wae is me?
My father urged me sair—my mither didna speak,
But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break;
They gied him my hand—my heart was in the sea—
And so Robin Gray he was gudeman to me.
I hadna been his wife a week but only four,
When, mournfu’ as I sat on the stane at my door,
I saw my Jamie’s ghaist, for I couldna think it he,
Till he said: “I’m come hame, love, to marry thee!”