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LATTER-DAY SONG
Had ‘Robbie’ Burns espied thy lips
He'd have kissed them, that I know.
We modern men dare no such quips,
But slowlier go,
And wind about with ill grimace
For tardier shows of scantier grace.
He'd have kissed them, that I know.
We modern men dare no such quips,
But slowlier go,
And wind about with ill grimace
For tardier shows of scantier grace.
Could ‘Robbie’ see the laughing eyes
That glint from out their lashes so,
They'd have no time for shy surprise
('Twixt ‘Robbie's’ kisses, don't you know)
With laughter low.
He'd kiss, and kiss, and whisper—Oh!
Sweet words no living bard can show.
That glint from out their lashes so,
They'd have no time for shy surprise
('Twixt ‘Robbie's’ kisses, don't you know)
With laughter low.
He'd kiss, and kiss, and whisper—Oh!
Sweet words no living bard can show.
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