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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

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.