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SONGS.
Auld Rob Morris.
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in you g He s the king o' gude fellows and wale o men; He has gowd in his coffers he has owsen and And ae bonny lassie his darling and mine, She's fresh as the morning the fairest in May She's sweet as the e'ening, amnng the new ha As b'ythe and as a tless as the lamb on the l And dear to my heart as the light to my ee, But O she's an heiress auld Robin's a laird, And my daddie has nought but a cot-house yard; A wooer like me mauna hope to come speed The wounds I must hide that will soon be my
