Rantin’, Rovin, Robin : Robert Burns

^FThere was a lad was born in ^FKyle, ^FBut whatn'a ^Gday, o' wh^Fatn'a style^G ^FI doot it's hardly worth the ^Fwhile T^Fae be sae n^Gice wi'^F Robin^F

^FRobin was a ^Frovin' boy, A ra^Fntin' rovin' ^Grantin' rovin', ^FRobin was a rovin' ^Fboy, A ^Frantin' r^Govin'^F Robin^F.

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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