Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?

  CANST thou leave me thus, my Katy?
  Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
  Well thou know’st my aching heart,
  And canst thou leave me thus for pity?

Is this thy plighted, fond regard,
  Thus cruelly to part, my Katy?
Is this thy faithful swain’s reward-
  An aching, broken heart, my Katy?

Farewell! and ne’er such sorrows tear
  That fickle heart of thine, my Katy!
Thou may’st find those will love thee dear-
  But not a love like mine, my Katy.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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