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 kind 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 her loof, Quo’ she, “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 an’ sma’, But aye a heart aboon them a’, He’ll be a credit till us a’- And we’ll a’ be proud o’ Robin.” “But sure as three times three mak nine, I can see by every score and line, This lad will dearly like our kin’, So leeze me on thee! Robin.”
From the north east of England, my oldest brother used to play The Corries through my youth. Thanks for the memories
Sooo few views for one of their best songs !
Absolute class act..
I LOVE this one!
J'adore cette version. Le texte de Rabbie Burns est tellement drôle !
Wonderful.
Someone is going through these videos & clicking 'dislike' on each one. It isn't fair.
I agree. If someone doesn't like a video they should just move on rather than hitting dislike.
Great!
Meraviglioso!
GOOD ONE
This sounds rather English Folk song? It s lovely!
Scottish. Robert Burns wrote it for his own birthday (25th January)
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 kind 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 her loof,
Quo’ she, “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 an’ sma’,
But aye a heart aboon them a’,
He’ll be a credit till us a’-
And we’ll a’ be proud o’ Robin.”
“But sure as three times three mak nine,
I can see by every score and line,
This lad will dearly like our kin’,
So leeze me on thee! Robin.”
What a los