Chorus.—Robin shure in hairst, <br />I shure wi' him. <br />Fient a heuk had I, <br />Yet I stack by him. <br /> <br /> <br />I GAED up to Dunse, <br />To warp a wab o' plaiden, <br />At his daddie's yett, <br />Wha met me but Robin: <br />Robin shure, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />Was na Robin bauld, <br />Tho' I was a cotter, <br />Play'd me sic a trick, <br />An' me the El'er's dochter! <br />Robin shure, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />Robin promis'd me <br />A' my winter vittle; <br />Fient haet he had but three <br />Guse-feathers and a whittle! <br />Robin shure, &c.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-henpecked-husband/
