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Rh And be a widow for my ſake,

a twelve-month and a day,

And I will leave whate’er belongs

to Auld Robin Gray.

I laid Poor Robin in the earth,

as decent as I could,

And ſhed a tear upon his grave,

for he was very geud;

I took my in my hand,

and in my cot I ſigh’d

Ah! wae’s me, what ſhall I do,

ſince Poor Auld Robin’s dy’d.

Search ev’ry part throughout the land,

there’s none like me forlorn;

I’m ready e’en to bann the day

that ever I was born:

For Jamie all I lov’d on earth,

ah! he is gone away.

My Father’s dead my mither’s dead,

and eke Auld Robin Gray.

At length the merry bells rang round,

I cou’dna gueſs the cauſe,

But Rodney was the man they ſaid,

who had gain’d ſuch applauſe:

I doubted if the tale was true,

till Jamie came to me.

And ſhe wed a purſe of golden ore,

and ſaid, it is for thee.