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16
CXXVIII
AULD ROB MORRIS
She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May, She's sweet as the evening amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lamb on the lea, And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e.
But oh, she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird,
And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard;
A rover like me maunna hope to come speed ;
The wounds I maun hide which will soon be my dead.
The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane, The night comes to me, but my rest it is gane; I wander my lane, like a night-troubled ghaist, And I sigh, as my heart it wad burst in my breast.
0 had she but been of a lower degree,
1  then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me; O, how past discribing had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express.
Words by Burns.
Tune Jock the Laird's Brother.
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