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Ye mustering thunders from above,
Your willing victim see, But spare and pardon my fause love
His wrangs to Heaven and me!
No. 139. There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen.
Tune : Auld Rob Morris Orpheus Caledonius, 1725, No. 30.
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He 's the king o' gude fellows and wale of auld men ; He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonie lassie, his dautie and mine.
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.
But O, she's an heiress—auld Robin's a laird,
And my daddie has noucht but a cot-house and yard;
A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed,
The wounds I must hide that 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.
O, had she but been of a lower degree, I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me ! O, how past descriving had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express!