Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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FRAE the friends and land I love,
  Driven by Fortune’s felly spite,
Frae my best belov’d I rove,
  Never mair to taste delight;
Never main maun hope to find
  Ease frae toil, relief frae care:
When remembrance wrecks the mind,
  Pleasures but unveil despair.

Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
  Desert ilka blooming shore,
Till the Fates, nae mair severe,
  Friendship, love, and peace restore;
Till revenge, wi’ laurell’d head,
  Bring our banish’d hame again;
And ilka loyal, bonnie lad
  Cross the seas and win his ain.

1. Lovely Davies
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Why, Why Tell Thy Lover?
4. Young Highland Rover
5. Castle Gordon

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