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AULD ROBIN GRAY.
SEQUEL TO AULD ROBIN GRAY.
The winter was come, 'twas simmer nae mair, And trembling, the leaves were fleeing thro' th'
air; " O winter," says Jeanie, " we kindly agree, For the sun he looks wae when he shines upon
Nae longer she mourned, her tears were a' spent, Despair it was come, and she thought it content — She thought it content, but her cheek it grew
pale, And she bent like a lily broke down by the
Her father and mother observed her decay;
" What ails ye, my bairn ?" they oftimes would say;
"Ye turn round your wheel, but you come little
speed, For feeble's your hand and silly's your thread."
She smiled when she heard them, to banish their
fear, But wae looks the smile that is seen through a
tear; And bitter's the tear that is forced by a love Which honor and virtue can never approve.
Her father was vexed, and her mother was wae, But pensive and silent was auld Robin Gray; He wandered his lane, and his face it grew lean, Like the side of a brae where the torrent has been.
Nae questions he spiered her concerning her
health, He looked at her often, but aye 'twas by stealth: When his heart it grew grit,* and often he feigned To gang to the door to see if it rained.
He took to his bed — nae physic he sought, But ordered his friends all around to be brought; While Jeannie supported his head in its place, Her tears trickled down, and they fell on his face.
" Oh, greet nae mair, Jeannie," said he, wi' a
groan, "I'm no worth your sorrow — the truth maun be
known; Send round for your neighbors, my hour it draws
near, And I've that to tell that it's fit a' should hear.
"I've wronged her," he said, "but I kent it
ower late; I've wronged her, and sorrow is speeding my
date; But a' for the best, since my death will soon free A faithful young heart that was ill-matched wi'
" I lo'ed and I courted her mony a day,
The auld folks were for me, but still she said
nay; I kentna o' Jamie, nor yet of her vow, In mercy, forgive me — 'twas I stole the cow.