Anne Barnard

“ I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I coudna think it he,
Till he said, I'm come back, love, to marry thee.
O sair did we greet, and muckle did we say;
We took but ae kiss, and we tore ourselves away,
I wish I were dead, but I’m no like to die;
And why do I live to sae Wae is me?
I gang like a ghaist, and carena to spin,
I darena think on Jamie, for that wou'd be a sin ”