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Lyric Poem · Winter

The Henpecked Husband

by Robert Burns

Chorus.—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 yett,

Wha met me but Robin:

Robin shure, &c.

Was na Robin bauld,

Tho’ I was a cotter,

Play’d me sic a trick,

An’ me the El’er’s dochter!

Robin shure, &c.

Robin promis’d me

A’ my winter vittle;

Fient haet he had but three

Guse-feathers and a whittle!

Robin shure, &c.

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Quick facts

Poem
The Henpecked Husband
Poet
Robert Burns
Length
19 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Winter, Nature

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Shape
19 lines · 4 stanzas of 4–5 lines
Line length
Lines run 4-7 syllables (median 5). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
Refrain
Robin shure, &c.Repeated lines act as the poem's hinge or drumbeat.

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Author record
Robert Burns1759–1796
Source record
PoetryDBThe Henpecked Husband by robert-burns, PoetryDB transcription
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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