Was na Robin bauld,
Tho’ I was a cotter,
Play’d me sic a trick,
And me the eller’s dochter?
Robin share in hairst, &c.
IV.
Robin promis’d me
A’ my winter vittle;
Fient haet he had but three
Goose feathers and a whittle.
Robin share in hairst, &c.
CIX.
BONNIE PEG.
[A fourth verse makes the moon a witness to the endearments of these lovers; but that planet sees more indiscreet matters than it is right to describe.]
I.
As I came in by our gate end,
As day was waxin’ weary,
O wha came tripping down the street,
But Bonnie Peg my dearie!
II.