There Was A Lad

There was a lad was born in Kyle, But what’n a day o’ what’n a style I doubt it’s hardly worth the while To 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 hansel in on Robin.

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.

He’ll hae misfortunes great and sma’, But aye a heart aboon them a’; He’ll be a credit till us a’, We’ll a’ be proud o’ Robin.

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 a rovin’ boy, Rantin’ rovin’, rantin’ rovin’; Robin was a rovin’ boy, Rantin’ rovin’ Robin.