Poems and Songs of Robert Burnsby Robert Burns

Ode, Sacred To The Memory Of M...

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.

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Ode, Sacred To The Memory Of M...