There was a lad was born in Kyle,
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But whatna day o' whatna style,
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I doubt it's hardly worth the while
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To be sae nice wi' Robin.
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Chor. - Robin was a rovin' boy,
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Rantin', rovin', rantin', rovin',
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Robin was a rovin' boy,
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Rantin', rovin', Robin!
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Our monarch's hindmost year but ane
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Was five-and-twenty days begun^2,
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'Twas then a blast o' Janwar' win'
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Blew hansel in on Robin.
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Robin was, &c.
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The gossip keekit in his loof,
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Quo' scho, "Wha lives will see the proof,
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This waly boy will be nae coof:
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I think we'll ca' him Robin."
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Robin was, &c.
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"He'll hae misfortunes great an' sma',
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But aye a heart aboon them a',
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He'll be a credit till us a'-
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We'll a' be proud o' Robin."
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Robin was, &c.
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"But sure as three times three mak nine,
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I see by ilka score and line,
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This chap will dearly like our kin',
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So leeze me on thee! Robin."
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Robin was, &c.
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"Guid faith," quo', scho, "I doubt you gar
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The bonie lasses lie aspar;
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But twenty fauts ye may hae waur
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So blessins on thee! Robin."
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Robin was, &c.
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Rantin' Rovin Robin
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Andy M. Stewart |