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 take this life, now naething worth,
Sin Jamie's in his grave. 
And see, his gentle spirit comes
To shew me on my way, 
Surprised, 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 you 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!