Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 336. Song—My Eppie Macnab |
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| O SAW ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? | |
| O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? | |
| She’s down in the yard, she’s kissin the laird, | |
| She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab. | |
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| O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; | 5 |
| O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; | |
| Whate’er thou hast dune, be it late, be it sune, | |
| Thou’s welcome again to thy ain Jock Rab. | |
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| What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? | |
| What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? | 10 |
| She let’s thee to wit that she has thee forgot, | |
| And for ever disowns thee, her ain Jock Rab. | |
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| O had I ne’er seen thee, my Eppie Macnab! | |
| O had I ne’er seen thee, my Eppie Macnab! | |
| As light as the air, and as fause as thou’s fair, | 15 |
| Thou’s broken the heart o’ thy ain Jock Rab. | |
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