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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.