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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WHO KNOWS WHERE BEAUTY LIES? by AGNES STEWART BECK THE WOUNDED VULTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA RHYME OF THE DUCHESS MAY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A SONG FOR THE NEW YEAR by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |