My heart it said nay, for I look'd for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wreck; The ship it was a wreck why didna Jamie dee? Or why do I live to say, Wae's me? My father argued sair, my mother didna speak, But she lookit in my face till my heart was like to break; Sae they gied him my hand, though my heart was in the sea; And auld Robin Gray was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When, sitting sae mournfully at the door, I wish I were dead! but I'm no like to dee; And why do I live to say, Wae's me? I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin. But I'll do my best a gude wife to be, For auld Robin Gray is kind unto me. Lady Anne Lindsay. BONNIE DUNDEE. To the lords of Convention, то 'twas Claverhouse spoke, Ere the king's crown go down there are crowns to be broke; Then each cavalier who loves honour and me, Let him follow the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee. Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle my horses and call out my men, Unhook the west port, and let us gae free, For it's up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee, |