My ain kind dearie O.
AULD ROB MORRIS
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, dwells
He's the king o' gude fellows and wale of auld men; pick
He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, gold, oxen
And ae bonnie lassie, his dautie and mine. one, darling
She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May;
She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay;
As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea,
And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e.