Rantin Rovin Robin by Robert Burns Rantin’, Rovin, Robin : Robert Burns G C There was a lad was born in Kyle, G D C D But whatn'a day, o' whatn'a style G C I doot it's hardly worth the while G D C G Tae be sae nice wi' Robin C G Robin was a rovin' boy, C D A rantin' rovin' rantin' rovin', G C Robin was a rovin' boy, G D C G 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. Transcribed by Mark McDonald www.markarma.com www.TAB6.com