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Life and Songs of the Baroness Nairne

With a Memoir and Poems of Caroline Oliphant the Younger: Edited by the Rev. Charles Rogers ... With a Portrait and Other Illustrations

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EPPIE MACNAB.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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EPPIE MACNAB.

O mind ye nae, mind ye nae, Eppie Macnab,
It's no sae lang syne, O Eppie Macnab,
Sin' yere een they shone bright,
And yere heart it lap light,
Gin ye'd seen but the shadow o' blythe Jock Rab.
But weary now, weary now's wae Jock Rab,
O, weary now, weary now's wae Jock Rab,
My joy an' my pride, I lo'ed aye like a bride,
She's fause, an' forsaken her ain Jock Rab.
O, wae worth the lordling, my Eppie Macnab!
O, wae worth the lordling, my Eppie Macnab!
His fancy ye'll tine,
Ye maun nae mair be mine,
And the warld's a waste to your ain Jock Rab.
O, weary now, &c.
An' ye saw your wee bairnies now, Eppie Macnab,
Your mitherless bairnies now, Eppie Macnab;
They girn and think shame,
Gin they hear but your name,
And they wring the heart's blude frae your ain Jock Rab.

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O, weary now, weary now's wae Jock Rab,
O, weary now, weary now's wae Jock Rab.
My joy an' my pride, I lov'd aye like a bride,
She's fause, an' forsaken her ain Jock Rab.