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Robin is my only jo.

is my only jo,

For Robin has the a t to woo,

So to his suit I mean to bow,

Because I ken he lo’es me

Happy, happy, was the shower,

That led me to his birken bower.

Whare first of love I fand the power,

And kend that Robin loed me.

They speak of napkins, speak of rings

Speak of gloves, and kissing strings

And name a thousand bonny things

And ca’ them signs he lo’es me.

But I’d prefer a smack o’ Rob,

Sporting on the velvet fog,

To gifts as lang's a plaiden wob,

Because I ken he lo’es ine.

He’s tall and sonsy, flank and free,

Lo’ed by a’, and dear to me,

Wi’ him I'd live, wi’ him I'd die,

Because I ken he lo’es me.