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 meA’ my winter vittle;Fient haet he had but threeGuse-feathers and a whittle!Robin shure, &c.
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