Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  1789
  robin shure in hairst
  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.