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KIND ROBIN LO'ES ME. 411
They speak of napkins, speak of rings,
Speak of gluves and kissin' strings ;
And name a thousand bonnie things,
And ca' them signs he lo'es me.
But I 'd prefer a smack o' Rob,
Seated on the velvet fog,
To gifts as laug's a plaiden wab ;
Because I ken he lo'es me.
He 's tall and sonsie, frank and free,
Lo'ed by a', and dear to me ;
Wi' him I 'd live, wi' him I 'd dee,
Because my Robin lo'es me.
My tittie Mary said to me,
Our courtship but a joke wad be,
And I or lang be made to see
That Robin didna lo'e me.
But little kens she what has been,
Me and my honest Rob between ;
And in his wooing, sae keen
Kind Robin is that lo'es me.
Then fly, ye lazy hours, away,
And hasten on the happy day,
When, Join your hands, Mess John will say.
And mak him mine that lo'es me.
Till then, let every chance unite
To fix our love and give delight,
And I '11 look down on such wi' spite.
Wha doubt that Robin lo'es me.
O hey, Robin ! quo' she,
O hey, Robin ! quo' she,
hey, Robin ! quo' she ;
Kind Robin lo'es me.