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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.
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; / 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.
What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? / What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? / She let's thee to wit that she has thee forgot, / And for ever disowns thee, her ain Jock Rab.
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, / Thou's broken the heart o' thy ain Jock Rab.