Robin Shure In Hairst

Chorus.—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 yett,

Wha met me but Robin:

Robin shure, &c.

Was na Robin bauld,

Tho' I was a cotter,

Play'd me sic a trick,

An' me the El'er's dochter!

Robin shure, &c.

Robin promis'd me

A' my winter vittle;

Fient haet he had but three

Guse-feathers and a whittle!

Robin shure, &c.