Robin shure in hairst


Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him. Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. I gaed up to Dunse, To warp a wab o' plaiden; At his daddie's yet, Wha met me but Robin. Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him. Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. Was na Robin bauld, Tho' I was a cotter, Play'd me sic a trick And me the Eller's dochter? Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him. Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. Robin promis'd me A' my winter vittle; Fient haet he had but three Goos feathers and a whittle. Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him. Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him.

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Laura Fraser

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This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1789 and is read here by Laura Fraser.

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Selected for 10 September

Robert Burns had been born on a farm; he was not to die on one. His move from country to town was typical of the age. The giving up of the lease on Ellisland and the decision to commit himself to a career as a customs official, marked the end of an important stage in his life, with implications for his sense of social, economic and cultural identity. The momentous decision to flit to nearby Dumfries, was made on this day in 1791. The yield of Ellisland could not provide even bare subsistence, far less 'winter vittle'. 'Robin' was therefore far from certain of his harvest; 'shure in hairst' as the song title puts it. Which lends poignant irony perhaps to today's choice of text.

Donny O'Rourke

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