| Lyrics: | 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.
&c
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".
&c
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.
&c
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.
&c
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