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Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi' him.
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.

I gaed up to Dunse,
To warp a wab o' plaiden;
At his daddie's yet,
Wha met me but Robin.

Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi' him.
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.

Was na Robin bauld,
Tho' I was a cotter,
Play'd me sic a trick
And me the Eller's dochter?

Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi' him.
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.

Robin promis'd me
A' my winter vittle;
Fient haet he had but three
Goos feathers and a whittle.

Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi' him.
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.