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;