The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE |
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THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE
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I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,A gate I fear I'll dearly rue:
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een o' bonie blue!
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Her lips like roses wat wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom lily-white:
It was her een sae bonie blue.
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She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd,She charm'd my soul I wist na how;
And ay the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een sae bonie blue.
But ‘spare to speak, and spare to speed’—
She'll aiblins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonie blue.
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