Oh, sair, sair did we greet, and mickle say of a’,
I gied him ae kiss, and bade him gang awa’—
I wish that I were dead, but I’m na like to dee,
For, though my heart is broken, I’m but young, wae is me!
I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin,
I darena think o’ Jamie, for that wad be a sin,
But I’ll do my best a gude wife to be,
For, oh! Robin Gray, he is kind to me.
Anne Barnard