Robert Burns Song Rantin’, Rovin’ Robin

Rabbie Burns Poet Song Rantin', Rovin' Robin Song Robert Burns

[Footnote 1: Not published by Burns.]

Tune— Daintie Davie.

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.

[Footnote 2: January 25, 1759, the date of my
bardship’s vital existence.—R.B.]

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.