Rantin’, Rovin, Robin : Robert Burns

^GThere was a lad was born in ^CKyle, ^GBut whatn'a ^Dday, o' wh^Catn'a style^D ^GI doot it's hardly worth the ^Cwhile T^Gae be sae n^Dice wi'^C Robin^G

^CRobin was a ^Grovin' boy, A ra^Cntin' rovin' ^Drantin' rovin', ^GRobin was a rovin' ^Cboy, A ^Grantin' r^Dovin'^C Robin^G.

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 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". 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. 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. Transcribed by Mark McDonald www.markarma.com

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