Rantin' Rovin Robin Lyrics - Andy M. Stewart

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.