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Song :
There was a lad was born in Kyle,
But what na day o' what na 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!
Chorus
The gossip keekit in his loof,
Quo' she: - 'Wha lives'll see the proof,
This waly boy will be nae coof:
I think we'll ca' him Robin.'
Chorus
'He'll hae miisfortunes great an' sma',
But ay a heart aboon them a'.
He'll gie his Daddie's name a blaw,
We'll a' be proud o' Robin.'
Chorus
'But sure as three times three mak nine
I see by ilka score and line,
This chap will dearly like our kin',
Sae leeze me on thee, Robin!'
Chorus
'Guid faith', quo' she, 'I doubt you, Stir,
Ye'll gar the lassies lie aspar,
But twenty fauts ye may hae waur -
So blessins on thee, Robin.
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