Biography:
1 - Scottish poet and a lyricist.(25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796)
2 - DJ and producer from the Netherlands; birth name Robert Tammens
3 - Guitarist
1 - Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) was a Scottish poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a 'light' Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland.
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Rantin’, Rovin, Robin : Robert Burns
G C
There was a lad was born in Kyle,
G D C D
But whatn'a day, o' whatn'a style
G C
I doot it's hardly worth the while
G D C G
Tae be sae nice wi' Robin
C G
Robin was a rovin' boy,
C D
A rantin' rovin' rantin' rovin',
G C
Robin was a rovin' boy,
G D C G
A 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
G C
There was a lad was born in Kyle,
G D C D
But whatn'a day, o' whatn'a style
G C
I doot it's hardly worth the while
G D C G
Tae be sae nice wi' Robin
C G
Robin was a rovin' boy,
C D
A rantin' rovin' rantin' rovin',
G C
Robin was a rovin' boy,
G D C G
A 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
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