THERE was a lad was born at Kyle,* Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin', rovin', rantin', rovin' ; Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin', rovin' Robin. Our monarch's hindmost year but ane 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', 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. • Kyle-a district of Ayrshire. Guid faith, quo' scho, I doubt you, Sir, But twenty fauts ye may hae waur, So blessin's on thee, Robin! Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin', rovin', rantin', rovin' ; Robin was a rovin' boy, SONG.-FRAGMENT. Tune, 'I had a Horse and Lhad nae mair.’ WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle, But when I came roun' by Mauchline town, Not dreadin' any body, My heart was caught before I thought, And by a Mauchline lady. ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir, Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy. When o'er the hill beat surly storms, I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy. Were I a Baron proud and high, And horse and servants waiting ready, Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me, The sharin't with Montgomerie's Peggy. SONG.-FRAGMENT. O RAGING fortune's withering blast O raging fortune's withering blast My stem was fair, my bud was green, But luckless fortune's northern storms SONG. PATRIOTIC-unfinished. HERE'S a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; It's guid to be merry and wise, Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o' the clan, Altho' that his band be sma'. May liberty meet wi' success! May prudence protect her frae evil! May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist, And wander their way to the devil! • Fa'-lot. Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie, Here's freedom to him that wad read, Here's freedom to him that wad write! There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, But they wham the truth wad indite. Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's Chieftain M'Leod, a Chieftain worth gowd, Tho' bred amang mountains o' snaw! SONG.-FRAGMENT. THE PLOUGHMAN. As I was a wand'ring ae morning in spring, The lav'rock in the morning she'll rise frae her nest, And mount to the air wi' the dew on her breast, And wi' the merry Ploughman she'll whistle and sing, And at night she'll return to her nest back again: |