Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

Kind Robin Lo'es Me

  Air — "Kind Robin lo'es me."

Robin is my ain gudeman,
Now match him, carlins, gin ye can,
For ilk ane whitest thinks her swan,
But kind Robin lo'es me.
To mak' my bast I'll e'en be bauld,
For Robin lo'ed me young and auld,
In simmer's heat, and winter's cauld,
My kind Robin lo'es me.

Robin he comes hame at e'en,
Wi' pleasure glancin' in his een;
He tells me a' he's heard and seen,
And syne how he lo'es me.
There's some ha'e land, and some ha'e gowd,
Mair wad ha'e them gin they cou'd,
But a' I wish o' warld's gude
Is Robin aye to lo'e me.

1. Cauld Kail in Aberdeen
2. Gude Nicht, and Joy Be Wi' Ye A'
3. Her Home She Is Leaving
4. The Lass o’ Gowrie
5. Fell He on the Field of Fame

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