Rantin' Rovin' Robin歌词

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. Chor. -
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^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 gar The bonie lasses lie aspar; But twenty fauts ye may hae waur So blessins on thee! Robin."
Robin was, &c.