| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Songs. IX. Kind Robin Loes Me | | By Carolina, Lady Nairne (17661845) |
| | | ROBIN is my ain gudeman, | |
| Now match him, carlins, gin ye can, | |
| For ilk ane whitest thinks her swan, | |
| But kind Robin loes me. | |
| To mak my boast Ill een be bauld, | 5 |
| For Robin loed me young and auld, | |
| In simmers heat, and winters cauld, | |
| My kind Robin loes me. | |
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| Robin he comes hame at een, | |
| Wi pleasure glancin in his een; | 10 |
| He tells me a hes heard and seen, | |
| And syne how he loes me. | |
| Theres some hae land, and some hae gowd, | |
| Mair wad hae them gin they coud, | |
| But a I wish o warlds gude | 15 |
| Is Robin aye to loe me. | | | | |
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