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 Now in wedlock bands I'm fastened

unto the jewel of my heart

In love and mirth to live together.

nothing but death e'er can part.

HAT! is there ill news you're so sad,

Robin Gray.

That thy blue bonnet's pull d o er they brow?

O! sad news! sad! sad!

Poor Robin is dead

And the plowman weeps over his plow,

Well a well a day,

And the plowman weeps over his plow.

Is his pipe mute for ay, and for ay,

Robin Gray.

No more shall we tend to his song?

Aye cold as a clod

Beneath the greed sod,

Poor Robin they've lain all along,

Well a well a day,

Poor Robin they've lain all along,

Adieu thon the forest and hill,

Robin Gray,

and farewel the wallies and grove!