| Version 2 Music File John Renfro Davis |
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This is a tune and poem by Robert Burns. It is also known as There was a Lad. There many variants of the tune. Two versions at this site include: For a full list of Burns tunes at this site, enter enter Robert Burns in the search engine. |
There was a lad was born in Kyle, But what na dee o' what na style, I doot it's hardly worth th' while, Ta be sae nice wi' Robin. 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, Twas then a blast o' Janwar' Win, Blew handsel in on Robin Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin' Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin' Robin. The Gossip keekit in his loof, Quo' scho wha lives will see th' proof, This waly boy will be nae coof, I think we'll ca' him Robin. Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin' Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin' Robin. He'll hae misfortunes great and sma' But ay a heart aboon them a' He'll be a credit till us a' We'll a be proud o' Robin. Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin' Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin' Robin. But as sure as three times three mak nine, I see by ilka score and line, This lad will dearly like our kin' So leeze me on thee, Robin. Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin' Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin' Robin. Guid faith quo scho I doubt you Stir, Ye'll gar the lasses lie aspar; But twenty fauts ye may hae waur - So blessins on thee, Robin. Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin' Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin' Robin. |
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