Robin he comes hame at e'en Wi' pleasure glancin' in his e'en; He tells me a' he 's heard and seen, And syne how he lo'es me. There 's some hae land, and some hae gowd, Mair wad hae them gin they could, But a' I wish o' warld's guid, Is Robin still to lo'e me. [52] The author seems to have composed these stanzas as a sequel to a wooing song of the same name, beginning, "Robin is my only jo," which first appeared in Herd's Collection in 1776. There are some older words to the same air, but these are coarse, and are not to be found in any of the modern Collections. KITTY REID'S HOUSE. AIR--_"Country Bumpkin."_ Hech, hey! the mirth that was there, The mirth that was there, The mirth that was there; Hech, how! the mirth that was there, In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo! There was laughin' and singin', and dancin' and glee, In Kitty's Reid's house, in Kitty Reid's house, There was laughin' and singin', and dancin' and glee, In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo! Hech, hey! the fright that was there, The fright that was there, The fright that was there; Hech, how! the fright that was there, In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo! The light glimmer'd in through a crack i' the wa', An' a'body thocht the lift it wad fa', And lads and lasses they soon ran awa' Frae Kitty's Reid's house on the green, Jo! Hech, hey! the dule that was there, The dule that was there, The dule that was there; The birds and beasts it wauken'd them a', In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo! The wa' gaed a hurley, and scatter'd them a', The piper, the fiddler, auld Kitty, and a'; The kye fell a routin', the cocks they did craw, In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo! THE ROBIN'S NEST. AIR--_"Lochiel's awa' to France."_ Their nest was in the leafy bush, Sae soft and warm, sae soft and warm, And Robins thought their little brood All safe from harm, all safe from harm. The morning's feast with joy they brought, To feed their young wi' tender care; The plunder'd leafy bush they found, But nest and nestlings saw nae mair. The mother cou'dna leave the spot, But wheeling round, and wheeling round, The cruel spoiler aim'd a shot, Cured her heart's wound, cured her heart's wound. She will not hear their helpless cry, Nor see them pine in slavery! The burning breast she will not bide, For wrongs of wanton knavery.