Rantin' Rovin' Robin



There was a lad was born in Kyle,

But whatn'a day, o' whatn'a style

I doot it's hardly worth the while

Tae be sae nice wi' Robin



For Robin was a rovin' boy,

A rantin' rovin' rantin' rovin',

Robin was a rovin' boy,

A rantin' rovin' Robin.



Oor Monarch's hindmost year but ane,

Was five and twenty days begun'

'Twas then a blast o' Januar' win'

Blew hansel in on Robin.



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The gossip keekit in his loof,

Quo' she,"Wha' lives shall see the proof,

This waly boy will be nae coof;

I think we'll ca' him Robin".



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He'll hae misfortunes great and sma'

But aye a heart abune them a'

He'll be a credit tae us a';

We'll a' be prood o' Robin.



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But sure as three times three mak' nine,

I see by ilka score and line,

This chap will dearly like oor kin'

So leeze me on thee, Robin.



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