Eppie MacNab

Robert Burns, 1791

|: 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!' 2. |: O, come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab! :| Whate'er thou hast done, be it late, be it sune, Thou's welcome again to thy ain Jock Rab. 3. |: What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? :| She lets thee to wit that she has thee forgot, And forever disowns thee, her ain Jock Rab.' 4. |: O, had I ne'er seen thee, my Eppie Macnab! :| As light as the air, and as fause as thou's fair, Thou's broken the heart o' thy ain Jock Rab!