Robin Shure In Hairst

Chorus.-Robin shure in hairst,
I shurewi’him.
Fient aheukhad I,
Yet I stack byhim.

I gaedup to Dunse,
To warp a wabo’plaiden,
At his daddie’s yett,
Whamet me but Robin:
Robin shure, &c.

Was naRobin bauld,
Tho’ I was a cotter,
Play’d me sica trick,
An’me the El’er’s dochter!
Robin shure, &c.

Robin promis’d me
A’my winter vittle;
Fient haethe had butthree
Guse-feathers and a whittle!
Robin shure, &c.