(Robert Burns)
I gaed up to Dunse,
To warp a wab o’ plaiden,
At his daddie’s yet,
Wha met me but Robin!
Ch. Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi’ him:
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.
Was na Robin bauId,
Tho’ I was a cotter ?
Play’d me sic a trick,
An me the Eller’s dochter!
Robin promis’d me
A’ my winter vittle:
Fient haet he had but three
Guse-feathers and a whittle!
Tune: Robin shure in hairst (251)
@Scots @love
Filename[ ROBNHRST
Play.exe ROBNHRST
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