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 daddies yett,
Wha met me but Robin:
Robin shure, &c.
Was na Robin bauld,
Tho I was a cotter,
Playd me sic a trick,
An me the Elers dochter!
Robin shure, &c.
Robin promisd me
A my winter vittle;
Fient haet he had but three
Guse-feathers and a whittle!
Robin shure, &c.
