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T spring had pass'd over, 'twas summer nae mair,

And trembling were scatter'd the leaves in the air:

"Oh, winter!" said Jenny, "we kindly agree,

For wae looks the sun when he shines upon me."

Nae langer she wept, her tears were a' spent—

Despair it had come, and she thought it content;

She thought it content, but her cheek was grown pale,

And she droop'd like a lily bent down by the hail

Her father was sad, and her mother was wae,

But silent and thoughtfu' was Auld Robin Gray;

He wander'd his lane, and his face look'd as lean

As the side of a brae where the torrents have been.

He gaed to his bed, but nae physic wou'd take,

And often he said, "It is best, for her sake."

While Jenny supported his head as he lay,

Her tears trickled down upon Auld Robin Gray.