Robin Shure In Hairst

Chorus
Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi' him:
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.
1.
I gaed up to Dunse
To warp a wab o' plaiden,
At his daddie's yett
Wha met me but Robin!
2.
Was na Robin bauld,
Tho' I was a cottar?
Play'd me sic a trick,
An' me the Eller's dochter!
3.
Robin promis'd me
A' my winter vittle:
Fient haet he had but three
Guse feathers and a whittle!

Robin Reaped In The Harvest

Chorus
Robin reaped in the harvest,
I reaped with him:
Not a sickle had I,
Yet I stuck by him.

I went up to Dunse
To warp (weave) a web of coarse woolen,
At his daddy's gate
Who met me but Robin!

Was not Robin bold,
Though I was a cottager?
Played me such a trick,
And me the (church) Elder's daughter!

Robin promised me
All my winter food:
Not a thing he had but three
Goose quills and a knife!