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Seonaid Aitken, Iona Fyfe, Concerto Caledonia, David McGuinness - Auld Rob Moris

from Shepherds and Tea Tables: Songs of Allan Ramsay by Concerto Caledonia

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M I T H E R.
Auld Rob Moris that wins in yon Glen,
He’s the King of good Fellows, and Wale of auld Men,
Has fourscore of black Sheep, and four-score too;
Auld Rob Moris is the Man ye maun loo.

D O U G H T E R.
Ha’d your Tongue Mither, and let that abee,
For his Eild and my Eild can never agree:
They’ll never agree, and that will be seen;
For he is Fourscore, and I’m but Fifteen.

M I T H E R.
Ha’d your Tongue Doughter, and lay by your Pride,
For he’s be the Bridegroom, and ye’s be the Bride;
He shall ly by your Side, and kiss ye too,
Auld Rob Moris is the Man ye maun loo.

D O U G H T E R.
Auld Rob Moris I ken him fou weel,
His A[rse] it sticks out like ony Peet-Creel,
He’s out-shind, in-kneed and ringle-eyd too;
Auld Rob Moris is the Man I’ll ne’er loo.

M I T H E R.
Tho’ auld Rob Moris be an elderly Man,
Yet his auld Brass it will buy a new Pan;
Then, Doughter, ye shouldna be sae ill to shoo,
For auld Rob Moris is the Man ye maun loo.

D O U G H T E R.
But auld Rob Moris I never will hae,
His Back is sae stiff and his Beard is grown Gray:
I had fitter die than live wi’ him a Year;
Sae mair of Rob Moris I never will hear.

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