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23 I rue the day I sought her O,

I rue the day I sought her O ;

Wha gets her need na say he's woo’d,

But he may say he‘s bought her O.

Come draw a drap o‘ the best o‘t yet,

Come draw a drap o‘ the best o‘t yet;

Gae seek for pleasure whare ye will,

But here I never mist it yet.

We'er a‘ dry wi‘ drinking o't,

We‘er a‘ dry wi‘ drinking o‘t;

The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,

He couldna preach for thinkin o't.





Robin Adair.

W on shore again,

Robin Adair.

Welcome once more again,

Robin Adair.

I feel thy trembling hand,

Tears in thy eye-lids stand,

To greet thy native land,

Robin Adair.

Long I ne'er saw thee, love,

Robin Adair.

Still I pray for thee, love,

Robin Adair.

When thou wert far at sea,

Many made love to me,

But still I thought on thee,

Robin Adair.