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Rhyme :
Gude-day now, bonnie Robin,
How long have you been here?
I've been bird about this bush
This mair than twenty year!
But now I am the sickest bird
That ever sat on brier;
And I wad mak' my testament,
Gudeman, if ye wad hear.
Gae tak' this bonnie neb o' mine,
That picks upon the corn;
And gie't to the Duke o' Hamilton
To be a hunting-horn.
Gae tak' these bonnie feathers o' mine,
The feathers o' my neb;
And gi'e to the Lady o' Hamilton
To fill a feather-bed.
Gae tak' this gude richt leg o' mine,
And mend the brig o' Tay;
It will be a post and pillar gude—
Will neither bow nor gae.
And tak' this other leg o' mine,
And mend the brig o' Weir;
It will be a post and pillar gude—
Will neither bow nor steer.
Gae tak' thae bonnie feathers o' mine,
The feathers o' my tail:
And gie to the lads o' Hamilton
To be a barn-flail.
And tak' thae bonnie feathers o' mine,
The feathers o' my breast:
And gie to ony bonnie lad
Will bring to me a priest.
Now in there came my Lady Wren
Wi' mony a sigh and groan:
O what care I for a' the lads
If my ain lad be gone!
Then Robin turned him roundabout,
E'en like a little king;
Go; pack ye out o' my chamber-door,
Ye little cutty quean!
Robin made his testament
Upon a coll of hay;
And by cam' a greedy gled
And snapt him a' away.
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