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Rh My father coudna work,

my mither coudna ſpin;

I toil’d day and night,

but their bread I coudna win;

And Robin maintain’d them baith,

and with tears in his eye,

Said Jenny, for their ſake,

O will ye marry me?

My heart it ſaid him nay,

I look’d for Jamie hack,

But the wind it blew high,

and the ſhip it went to wreck,

The ſhip it went to wreck,

Why did not Jamie die?

And why do I live

to ſay O wae’s me?

Auld Robin urged fair,

tho’ my mither didna ſpeak;

She looked in my face

till my heart was like to braks;

Sae they made me gi’e my hand,

but my heart was in the ſea;

Now auld Robin Gray

is a guid mrn to me.

I hadna been a wife

a week but only four,

When ſtiring ae night

mournfully at the door,