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.