The Death of Auld Robin Grey

The summer it was smiling, all nature round was gay, When Jenny was attending on auld Robin Grey; For he was sick at heart, and had nae friend beside But only me poor Jenny, who newly was his bride'

Ah! Jenny, I shall die, he cried, as sure as I had birth; Then see my poor old bones, I pray, laid into the earth, And be a widow, for my sake, a twelvemonth and a day, And I'll leave thee whate'er belongs to auld Robin Grey.

I laid poor Robin in the earth as decent as I cou'd, And shed a tear upon his grave, for he was very good; I too my rock all in my hand, and in my cot I sigh'd, Oh! wae is me! what shall I do! since poor auld Robin died!

Search ev'ry part throughout the land, there's none like me forlorn; I'm ready e'en to ban 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 Grey!

I rose up wi' the morning sun, and spun 'till setting day, And one whole year of widow hood I mourn'd for Robin Grey; I did the duty of a wife, both kind and constant too; Let ev'ry one example take, and Jenny's plan pursue.

I thought that Jamie he was dead, or he to me was lost, And all my fond and youthful love entirely was crost; I tried to sing, I tried to laugh, and pass the time away, For I had ne'er a friend alive, since died auld Robin Grey.

At length the merry bells rung round, I cou'd na' guess the cause, But Rodney was the man, they said, who gain'd so much applause; I doubted if the tale was true, 'till Jamie came to me, And shew'd a purse of golden ore, and said it is for thee

Auld Robin Grey I find is dead, and stil your heart is true, Then take me, Jenny, to your arms, and I will be so too; Mess John shall join us at the kirk, and we'll be blithe and gay; I blush'd, consented, and replied, "adieu to Robin Grey."