Auld Rob Morris


There's Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the King o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonie lass, his dawtie and mine. She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; She's sweet as the e'enin amang the new hay; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea, And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e. But oh! she's an Heiress, auld Robin's a laird; And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard; A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed; The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead. The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; The night comes to me, but my rest it is gane; I wander my lane like a night-troubled ghaist, And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast. O had she but been of a laigher degree, I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me! O how past descriving had then been my bliss, As now my distraction nae words can express!

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Paul Higgins

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1792 and is read here by Paul Higgins.

More about this song

This song was reworked by Burns from a traditional dialogue song that appeared in The Tea Table Miscellany.

The major adaptation that Burns made was to recast the piece to focus on one of the key themes of his oeuvre: love verses wealth.

Burns first makes reference to the song in a letter to George Thomson in October 1792, where he notes that a reworking of it is in his thoughts.

He was still arguing with Thomson over the use of Scotticisms in the song by 26 January 1793.

In a staunch defence of the language chosen, Burns wrote, "There is a naïveté, a pastoral simplicity, in a slight intermixture of Scots words and phraseology, which is more in unison (at least to my taste, and I will add, to every genuine Caledonian taste,) with the simple pathos, or rustic sprightliness, of our native music, than any English verses whatever".

This echoes previous arguments which Burns had with Thomson over the use of the Scots language in his songs, for example their debate over Adown winding Nith I did wander.

Ralph McLean

Themes for this song

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Selected for 18 May

She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May'... We stick with the theme of yesterday's selection (May 17th), a common one in Burns's poetry: the man too poor and low born to win the woman he yearns for.

Donny O'Rourke

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