Rantin', Rovin, Robin : Robert Burns


G (320003@1)                         CThere (x32010@1)was a lad was born in Kyle,
G (320003@1)         D (xx0232@1)       C (x32010@1)        DBut (xx0232@1)whatn'a day, o' whatn'a style
G (320003@1)                          CI (x32010@1)doot it's hardly worth the while
 G (320003@1)        D (xx0232@1)    C (x32010@1)   GTae (320003@1)be sae nice wi' Robin


C (x32010@1)         GRobin (320003@1)was a rovin' boy,
    C (x32010@1)          DA (xx0232@1)rantin' rovin' rantin' rovin',
G (320003@1)                CRobin (x32010@1)was a rovin' boy,
  G (320003@1)      D (xx0232@1)  C (x32010@1)   GA (320003@1)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