The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Auld Rob Morris
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AULD ROB MORRIS.
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,He's the king o' gude fellows and wale of auld men;He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine,And ae bonie lassie, his darling 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 lamb on the lea,And dear to my heart as the light to my ee.
But oh! she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird,And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard;A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed,The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead.
The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane;The night comes to me, but my rest it is gane:I wander my lane, like a night-troubled ghaist,And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast
O had she but been of a lower degree,I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me;O how past describing had then been my bliss,As now my distraction no words can express!