The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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MY COLLIER LADDIE |
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MY COLLIER LADDIE
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‘O, whare live ye, my bonie lass,And tell me how they ca' ye?’
‘My name,’ she says, ‘is Mistress Jean,
And I follow the collier laddie.’
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‘O, see you not yon hills and dalesThe sun shines on sae brawlie?
They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye'll leave your collier laddie!
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‘An' ye shall gang in gay attire,Weel buskit up sae gaudy,
And ane to wait on every hand,
Gin ye'll leave your collier laddie!’
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‘Tho' ye had a' the sun shines on,And the earth conceals sae lowly,
I wad turn my back on you and it a',
And embrace my collier laddie.
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‘I can win my five pennies in a day,An' spend it at night fu' brawlie,
And make my bed in the collier's neuk
And lie down wi' my collier laddie.
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‘Loove for loove is the bargain for me,Tho' the wee cot-house should haud me,
And the warld before me to win my bread—
And fair fa' my collier laddie!’
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