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Pity my case, ye powers above,
I die for Kath'rine Ogie.

Wi' waefu' Heart and sorrowing E'e.

Wi' waefu' heart an' sorrowing e'e,
I saw my Jamie sail awa;
O 'twas a fatal day to me,
That day he past the Berwick-law.
How joyless now seem'd all behind!
I ling'ring stray'd along the shore
Dark boding fears hung on my mind
That I might never see him more.

The night came on wi' heavy rain,
Loud, fierce, and wild, the tempest blew
In mountains roll'd the awful main—
Ah, hapeless maid! my fears how true
The landsman heard their drowning cries
The wreck was seen with dawning day
My love was sound, an' now he lies
Low in the isle of gloomy May.

O boatman, kindly waft me o'er!
The cavern'd rock shall be my home;
'Twill ease my burthen'd heart, to pour
Its sorrows o'er his grassy tomb:
With sweetest flowers I'll deck his grave,
An' tend them through the langsome years.