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 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. 

Not published by Burns.


January 25, 1759, the date of my bardship's vital existence.-R.B.