Gin living worth could win my heart,
You wou'd na speak in vain;
But in the darksome grave it's laid,

Ne'er ne'er to rise again.
My waefu' heart lies low wi' his,
Whose heart was only mine;

And oh! what a heart was that to lose
But I maun no repine.


Yet oh! gin heav'n in mercy soon,
Would grant the boon I crave,
And tak' this life, now naething worth,

Sin' Jamie's in his grave.
And see his gentle spirit comes
To shew me on my way,

Surpris'd, nae doubt, I still am here,
Sair wond'ring at my stay!


I come, I come, my Jamie dear,
And oh! wi' what gude will!
I follow, wheresoe'er ye lead,

Ye canna lead to ill.
She said, and soon a deadlie pale
Her faded cheek possest;

Her waefu' heart forgot to beat,
Her sorrows sunk to rest!