ROBIN, DEAR ROBIN!

Robin, dear Robin, could you come back to me, Back to the hame you'll never mair see, Could you sit down at evening and crack wi' me, Oh, what a proud, happy woman I'd be! On the white hearth the fire should burn clearly, Nothing of comfort or rest you should lack, And I would always be kindly and cheery, Could you come back to me—could you come back. Oh, Robin, Robin, I've miss'd you fu' sairly, Morning, and evening, and a' the day long; Many have treated me unca unfairly: O for your arm so tender and strong: If once again in your love I could hide me, Little I'd care though all else I should lack Sairly I'm needing your wisdom to guide me, Oh, my lost darling, if you could come back! Never again with frowns would I greet you; Never again to your love be unkind; Ever with kisses and smiles I would meet you; Oh, in the days that are gone I was blind! Oh, I was selfish, and foolish, and fretful, Now I remember—remember in vain; But I would never be cross or forgetful, Could you come back to me, darling, again! No, you will never come back to me—never! But I shall come to you, Robin, some day. Then you will ken a' my loving endeavor, Just to grow better since you went away. Yes, you will ken, in that happy to-morrow, I hae been true to you, darling—sae true! Asked my heart always, in joy or in sorrow, "Will it please Robin, the thing that I do?" Oh, in that wonderfu', wonderfu' meeting, What shall I say to him? what will he say? We shallna weary life's story repeating, Seeing the end o' the sorrowfu' way. With such a hope, then, how could I say truly, "Robin, dear Robin, come back unto me!" Heart, answer the thought sae wild and unruly, "Robin, dear Robin, I shall come unto thee!"