Rantin' Rovin' Robin

There was a lad was born in

Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style,

I doubt it's hardly worth the while

To be sae nice wi'

Robin. Chor. -

Robin was a rovin' boy,

Rantin', rovin', rantin', rovin',

Robin was a rovin' boy,

Rantin', rovin',

Robin! Our monarch's hindmost year but ane

Was five-and-twenty days begun^2, '

Twas then a blast o'

Janwar' win'

Blew hansel in on

Robin. Robin was, &c.

The gossip keekit in his loof,

Quo' scho, "Wha lives will see the proof, This waly boy will be nae coof: I think we'll ca' him Robin."

Robin was, &c. "He'll hae misfortunes great an' sma', But aye a heart aboon them a', He'll be a credit till us a'- We'll a' be proud o' Robin."

Robin was, &c. "But sure as three times three mak nine, I see by ilka score and line, This chap will dearly like our kin', So leeze me on thee! Robin."

Robin was, &c. "Guid faith," quo', scho, "I doubt you gar The bonie lasses lie aspar; But twenty fauts ye may hae waur So blessins on thee! Robin."

Robin was, &c.