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I rue the day I sought her O,
I rue the day I sought her O ;
Wha gets her need na say he's woo’d,
But he may say he‘s bought her O.
Come draw a drap o‘ the best o‘t yet,
Come draw a drap o‘ the best o‘t yet;
Gae seek for pleasure whare ye will,
But here I never mist it yet.
We'er a‘ dry wi‘ drinking o't,
We‘er a‘ dry wi‘ drinking o‘t;
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
He couldna preach for thinkin o't.
Robin Adair.
Welcome on shore again,
Robin Adair.
Welcome once more again,
Robin Adair.
I feel thy trembling hand,
Tears in thy eye-lids stand,
To greet thy native land,
Robin Adair.
Long I ne'er saw thee, love,
Robin Adair.
Still I pray for thee, love,
Robin Adair.
When thou wert far at sea,
Many made love to me,
But still I thought on thee,
Robin Adair.
