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RANTIN` ROVIN` ROBIN There was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatn'a day, o' whatn'a style I doot it's hardly worth the while Tae be sae nice wi' Robin For Robin was a rovin' boy, A rantin' rovin' rantin' rovin', Robin was a rovin' boy, A rantin' rovin' Robin. Oor Monarch's hindmost year but ane, Was five and twenty days begun' 'Twas then a blast o' Januar' win' Blew hansel in on Robin. The gossip keekit in his loof, Quo' she,"Wha' lives shall see the proof, This waly boy will be nae coof; I think we'll ca' him Robin". He'll hae misfortunes great and sma' But aye a heart abune them a' He'll be a credit tae us a'; We'll a' be prood o' Robin. But sure as three times three mak' nine, I see by ilka score and line, This chap will dearly like oor kin' So leeze me on thee, Robin. filename[ RRROBIN |
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