Songtext There was a lad Robert Burns

There was a lad

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.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 ay 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."Guid faith," quo'scho, "I doubt you Stir,Ye gar the lasses lie aspar;
But twenty fauts ye may hae waur-
So blessins on thee, Robin."