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The Text is here given from the Jamieson Brown MS Versions lengthened and therefore less succinct and natural are given in Christie's Traditional Ballad Airs Love Robbie and in Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland Brown Robyn and Mally	A
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The Story is a genuine bit of romance The proud porter is apparently suspicious believing that the king's daughter would not have made him drunk for any good purpose In spite of that he cannot see through Brown Robin's disguise though the king remarks that 'this is a sturdy dame ' The king's daughter one would think who conceals Robin's bow in her bosom must also have been somewhat sturdy Note the picturesque touch in	B
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BROWN ROBIN	C
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The king but an' his nobles a' bis	D
Sat birling at the wine	E
He would ha' nane but his ae daughter	F
To wait on them at dine	E
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She's served them butt she's served them ben	G
Intill a gown of green	H
But her e'e was ay on Brown Robin	C
That stood low under the rain	I
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She's doen her to her bigly bow'r	J
As fast as she coud gang	K
An' there she's drawn her shot window	L
An' she's harped an' she sang	K
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'There sits a bird i' my father's garden	C
An' O but she sings sweet	M
I hope to live an' see the day	N
When wi' my love I'll meet '	-
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'O gin that ye like me as well	O
As your tongue tells to me	A
What hour o' the night my lady bright	P
At your bow'r sal I be '	-
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'Whan my father an' gay Gilbert	Q
Are baith set at the wine	E
O ready ready I will be	A
To lat my true love in '	-
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O she has birl'd her father's porter	F
Wi' strong beer an' wi' wine	E
Untill he was as beastly drunk	R
As ony wild wood swine	E
She's stown the keys o' her father's yates	S
An latten her true love in	B
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When night was gane an' day was come	T
An' the sun shone on their feet	M
Then out it spake him Brown Robin	C
'I'll be discover'd yet '	-
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Then out it spake that gay lady	A
'My love ye need na doubt	U
For wi' ae wile I've got you in	B
Wi' anither I'll bring you out '	-
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She's ta'en her to her father's cellar	F
As fast as she can fare	V
She's drawn a cup o' the gude red wine	E
Hung 't low down by her gare	V
An' she met wi' her father dear	W
Just coming down the stair	V
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'I woud na gi' that cup daughter	F
That ye hold i' your han'	E
For a' the wines in my cellar	F
An' gantrees whare the y stan' '	-
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'O wae be to your wine father	F
That ever 't came o'er the sea	A
'Tis pitten my head in sic a steer	W
I' my bow'r I canna be '	-
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'Gang out gang out my daughter dear	W
Gang out an' tack the air	V
Gang out an' walk i' the good green wood	X
An' a' your marys fair '	-
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Then out it spake the proud porter	F
Our lady wish'd him shame	Y
'We'll send the marys to the wood	X
But we'll keep our lady at hame '	-
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'There's thirty marys i' my bow'r	J
There's thirty o' them an' three	A
But there 's nae ane amo' them a'	Z
Kens what flow'r gains for me '	-
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She's doen her to her bigly bow'r	J
As fast as she could gang	K
An' she has dresst him Brown Robin	E
Like ony bow'r woman	E
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The gown she pat upon her love	A2
Was o' the dainty green	E
His hose was o' the saft saft silk	B2
His shoon o' the cordwain fine	E
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She's pitten his bow in her bosom	T
His arrow in her sleeve	C2
His sturdy bran' her body next	D2
Because he was her love	A2
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Then she is unto her bow'r door	E2
As fast as she coud gang	K
But out it spake the proud porter	F
Our lady wish'd him shame	Y
'We'll count our marys to the wood	X
And we'll count them back again '	-
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The firsten mary she sent out	U
Was Brown Robin by name	Y
Then out it spake the king himsel'	O
'This is a sturdy dame '	-
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O she went out in a May morning	F2
In a May morning so gay	N
But she never came back again	E
Her auld father to see	A

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