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.

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.

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."

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

"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."

"Guid faith," quo' scho, " I doubt you make
The bonnie lasses lie aspar;
But twenty fauts ye may hae waur,
So blessins on thee, Robin!"