Robin Shure In Hairst.

A poem by Robert Burns


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.


Was na Robin bauld,
Tho' I was a cotter,
Play'd me sic a trick,
And me the eller's dochter?
Robin share in hairst, &c.


Robin promis'd me
A' my winter vittle;
Fient haet he had but three
Goose feathers and a whittle.
Robin share in hairst, &c.

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