Gin living worth could win my heart,
You would nae speak in vain;
But in the darksome grave it's laid,
Never to rise again.
My waefu' heart lies low wi' his,
Whose heart was only mine;
And, O! what a heart was that to lose,--
But I maun no repine.

Yet, O! gin heaven in mercy soon
Would grant the boon I crave,
And take this life, now naething worth,
Since Jamie's in his grave.
And see! his gentle spirit comes
To show me on my way;
Surpris'd, nae doubt, I still am here,--
Sair wondering at my stay.

I come, I come, my Jamie dear;
And O! wi' what good will
I follow wheresoe'er ye lead!
Ye canna lead to ill,
She said; and soon a deadly pale
Her faded cheek possess'd;
Her waefu' heart forgot to beat,--
Her sorrows sunk to rest.