Song—Rantin’, Rovin’ Robin^1
Tune—“Daintie Davie.”
There was a lad was born in Kyle,But whatna day o’ whatna style,I doubt it’s hardly worth the whileTo be sae nice wi’ Robin.
Chor.—Robin was a rovin’ boy,Rantin’, rovin’, rantin’, rovin’,Robin was a rovin’ boy,Rantin’, rovin’, Robin!
Our monarch’s hindmost year but aneWas five-and-twenty days begun^2,’Twas then a blast o’ Janwar’ win’Blew hansel in on Robin.Robin was, &c.
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.”Robin was, &c.
“He’ll hae misfortunes great an’ sma’,But aye 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’, scho, “I doubt you garThe bonie lasses lie aspar;But twenty fauts ye may hae waurSo blessins on thee! Robin.”Robin was, &c.