Jamieson's Popular Ballads, I, 319. "From the recitation
of a friend of the editor's in Morayshire."
| 1 |
She wadna bake, she wadna brew,
Hollin, green hollin
For spoiling o her comely hue.
Bend your bow, Robin |
| 2 |
She wadna wash, she wadna wring,
For spoiling o her gay goud ring. |
| 3 |
Robin he's gane to the fald
And catched a weather by the spauld. |
| 4 |
And he has killed his weather black
And laid the skin upon her back. |
| 5 |
'I darena pay you, for your kin,
But I can pay my weather's skin. |
| 6 |
'I darena pay my lady's back,
But I can pay my weather black.' |
| 7 |
'O Robin, Robin, lat me be,
And I'll a good wife be to thee. |
| 8 |
'It's I will wash, and I will wring,
And never mind my gay goud ring. |
| 9 |
'It's I will bake, and I will brew,
And never mind my comely hue. |
| 10 |
'And gin ye thinkna that eneugh,
I'se tak the goad and I'se ca the pleugh. |
| 11 |
'Gin ye ca for mair whan that is doon,
I'll sit i the neuk and I'll dight your shoon.' |
