There's Nae Laddie Coming

There's nae laddie coming for thee, my dear Jean,
There's nae laddie coming for thee, my dear Jean ;
I hae watch'd thee at mid-day, at morn, an' at e'en,
An' there's nae laddie coming for thee, my dear Jean.
But be nae down-hearted though lovers gang by,
Thou'rt my only sister, thy brother am I ;
An' aye in my wee house thou welcome shalt be,
An' while I hae saxpence, I'll share it wi' thee.

O Jeanie, dear Jeanie, when we twa were young,
I sat on your knee, to your bosom I clung ;
You kiss'd me, an' clasp 'd me, an' croon 'd your bit sang,
An' bore me about when you hardly dought gang.

An' when I fell sick, wi' a red watery ee,
You watch'd your wee brother, an' fear'd he wad dee ;
I felt the cool hand, and the kindly embrace,
An' the warm trickling tears drappin aft on my face.

Sae wae was my kind heart to see my Jean weep,
I closed my sick ee, though I wasna asleep ;
An' I'll never forget till the day that I dee,
The gratitude due, my dear Jeanie, to thee !
Then be nae down-hearted, for nae lad can feel
Sic true love as I do, or ken ye sae weel ;
My heart it yearns o'er thee, and grieved wad I be
If aught were to part my dear Jeanie an' me.