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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