Chapter 434 of 1414 · 47 words · ~1 min read

VI.

Guid faith, quo' she, I doubt you gar, The bonnie lasses lie aspar, 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, Rantin' rovin' Robin!

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