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ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST
Chorus
Robin shure in hairst,I shure wi' him:
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.
I
I gaed up to DunseTo warp a wab o' plaiden
At his daddie's yett
Wha met me but Robin!
II
Was na Robin bauld,Tho' I was a cottar?
Play'd me sic a trick,
An' me the Eller's dochter!
III
Robin promis'd meA' my winter vittle:
Fient haet he had but three
Guse feathers and a whittle!
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Chorus
Robin shure in hairst,I shure wi' him:
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.
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