Robert Burns


Eppie MíNab


O SAW ye my dearie, my Eppie MíNab?
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie MíNab?
Sheís down in the yard, sheís kissiní the laird,
She winna come hame to her sin Jock Rab.
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie MíNab!
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie MíNab!
Whateíer thou has done, be it late, be it soon,
Thouís welcome again to thy ain Jock Rab.

What says she, my dearie, my Eppie MíNab?
What says she, my dearie, my Eppie MíNab?
She lets thee to wot that she has thee forgot,
And for ever disowns thee, her ain Jock Rab.
O had I neíer seen thee, my Eppie MíNab!
O had I neíer seen thee, my Eppie MíNab!
As light as the air, and fause as thouís fair,
Thouís broken the heart oí thy ain Jock Rab.




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