The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
O, LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS
Chorus
O, lay thy loof in mine, lass,In mine, lass, in mine, lass,
And swear on thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain!
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I
A slave to Love's unbounded sway,He aft has wrought me meikle wae;
But now he is my deadly fae,
Unless thou be my ain.
II
There's monie a lass has broke my rest,That for a blink I hae lo'ed best;
But thou art queen within my breast,
For ever to remain.
Chorus
O, lay thy loof in mine, lass,In mine, lass, in mine, lass,
And swear on thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain!
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||