CVIII.

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 shure in hairst, &c.

I V.

Robin promis'd me

A' my winter vittle;

Fient haet he had but three

Goose feathers and a whittle.
Robin shure in hairst, &c.

III.

Wi' linked hands, we took the sands
A-down yon winding river;

And, oh! that hour and broomy bower,
Can I forget it ever?

CX.

GUDEEN TO YOU, KIMMER.

[This song in other days was a controversial one, and contained some sarcastic allusions to Mother Rome and her brood of seven sacraments, five of whom were illegitimate. Burns changed the meaning, and published his altered version in the Museum.]

I.

GUDEEN to you, Kimmer,
And how do ye do?
Hiccup, quo' Kimmer,

The better that I'm fou.

We're a' noddin, nid nid noddin,
We're a' noddin, at our house at hame

I I.

Kate sits i' the neuk,

Suppin hen broo;

Deil tak Kate

An' she be na noddin too!

We're a' noddin, &c.

III.