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 boniess, 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 thembs on the lea,

and dear to my heart as the light to my e'e.

but oh! she's an heiress, auld robin's aird,

and my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard;