244. The Henpecked Husband

 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.

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