auld rob morris
there's auld rob morris that wons in yon glen,
he's the king o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men;
he has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine,
and ae bonie lass, 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 oh! she's an heiress, auld robin's a laird,
and my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard;