 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
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O LADDIE, CAN YE LEAVE ME?
O laddie, can ye leave me?
Alas! 'twill break this constant heart!
There 's nought on earth can grieve me
Like this, that we must part.
Alas! 'twill break this constant heart!
There 's nought on earth can grieve me
Like this, that we must part.
Think on the tender vow you made
Beneath the secret birken shade,
And can you now deceive me!
Is a' your love but art?
Beneath the secret birken shade,
And can you now deceive me!
Is a' your love but art?
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |