Rantin' rovin' Robin.
Our monarch's hindmost year but ane one
Was five-and-twenty days begun,
'Twas then a blast o' Janwar win'
Blew hansel in on Robin. his first gift
The gossip keekit in his loof, peeped, palm
Quo' scho, ‘Wha lives will see the proof, Quoth she
This waly boy will be nae coof, choice, dolt
I think we'll ca' him Robin. call
‘He'll hae misfortunes great an' sma',