The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
I HAE BEEN AT CROOKIEDEN
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I hae been at Crookieden—My bonie laddie, Highland laddie!
Viewing Willie and his men—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie!
There our foes that burnt and slew—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie!
There at last they gat their due—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie!
II
Satan sits in his black neuk—My bonie laddie, Highland laddie!
Breaking sticks to roast the Duke—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie!
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My bonie laddie, Highland laddie!
And loud the laugh gaed round a' Hell—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie!
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||