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auld rob orris

there&039;s auld rob orris that wons yon glen,

he&039;s the kg o&039; gude fellows, and wale o&039; auld n;

he has gowd his ffers, he has owsen and ke,

and ae bonie ss, his dautie and e

she&039;s fresh as the orng, the fairest ay;

she&039;s sweet as the ev&039;ng aang the new hay;

as blythe and as artless as the bs on the lea,

and dear to y heart as the light to y e&039;e

but oh! she&039;s an heiress, auld rob&039;s a ird,

and y daddie has nought but a t-hoe and yard;

a wooer like aunna hope to e speed,

the wounds i t hide that will on be y dead

the day es to , but delight brgs nane;

the night es to , but y rest it is gane;

i wander y ne like a night-troubled ghaist,

and i sigh as y heart it wad burst y breast

o had she but been of a lower degree,

i then ight hae hop&039;d she wad sil&039;d upon !

o how past descrivg had then been y bliss,

as now y distraction nae words can express