CVIII.
Reading edition
ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST.
[This is an old chaunt, out of which Burns brushed some loose expressions, added the third and fourth verses, and sent it to the Museum.]
I.
Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi’ him, Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him.
II.
I gaed up to Dunse, To warp a wab o’ plaiden, At his daddie’s yett, Wha met me but Robin.
III.
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.
IV.
Robin promis’d me A’ my winter vittle; Fient haet he had but three Goose feathers and a whittle. Robin share in hairst, &c.