Author Robert Burns The Robin cam to the wren's nest And keekit in and keekit in, O weel 's me on your auld pow, Wad ye be in, wad ye be in. Ye'se ne'er get leave to lie without, And I within, and I within, As lang 's I hae an auld clout To row you in, to row you in. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments