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RANTIN' ROVIN' ROBIN
Robert Burns
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
Chorus
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,
'Twas then a blast o' Janwar win'
Blew hansel in on Robin.
Robin was, & c.
The gossip keekit in his loof,
Quo' she, '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 and sma',
But ay 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' she, 'I doubt you gar
The bonie lasses lie aspar ;
But twenty fauts ye may hae waur,
So blessin's on thee, Robin !
Robin was, & c.
Footnote : On the
anniversary of the birth of Robert Burns it seems appropriate to sing
his own song about his birth and life - one of the most popular and best
known songs penned by our National Bard.
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