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Rh I ſaw my Jamie’s ghoſt,

but coudna think it he,

Till he ſaid, I’m come back,

my love, to marry thee.

O fair did we greet,

and meikle did we ſay;

We took a parting kiſs,

and we tore ourſelves away:

I wiſh that I were dead!

but I’m no like to die:

And why do I live

to ſay, Wae’s me?

I gang like a gaiſt,

and I carena to ſpin:

I darna think on Jamie,

for that would be a ſin;

But I will do my beſt

a guid wife to be,

For auld Robin Gray

is a guid man to me.

I’ got my Jenny Bell

to sleep by my ſide,

I’ll ever bleſs the day

I got her for my bride;