Paroles de Robin Shure In Hairst

I gaed up to Dunse, To warp a wab o' plaiden, At his daddie's yet, Wha met me but Robin! ch. Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him: Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. Was na Robin bauId, Tho' I was a cotter ? Play'd me sic a trick, An me the Eller's dochter! Robin promis'd me A' my winter vittle: Fient haet he had but three Guse-feathers and a whittle!