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.