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He's tall and soncy, frank and free,
Loed by a' and dear to me,
Wi' him I'd live, wi' him I’d die,
Because my Robin loes me.
My titty Mary said to me,
Our courtship but a joke wad be,
And I, or lang, be made to see
That Robin didna loe me.
But little kens she what has been,
Me and my honest Rob between,
And in his wooing. O, sae keen
Kind Robin is that loes me.
Then flees ye lazy hours, away,
And hasten on the happy day,
When, "Join your hands," Mess John shall say,
And mak him mine that loes me.
Till then let every chance unite,
To weigh our love and fix delight,
And I'll look down on a’ wi' spite,
Wha doubt that Robin loes me.
O hey, Robin, quo' she,
O hey, Robin, quo' she,
O hey, Robin, quo' she,
Kind Robin loes me.
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Neilson's Last Victory.
Come all you gallant heroes bold,
And listen unto me,
