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Robert Burns (Роберт Бёрнс)

The Lass of Ecclefechan

GAT ye me, O gat ye me,
  O gat ye me wi’ naething?
Rock and reel, and spinnin’ wheel,
  A mickla quarter basin.
Bye attour, my gutcher has
  A heigh house and a laigh ane,
A’ forbye, my bonnie sel’,
  The toss of Ecclefechan.

O haud your tongue now, Luckie Laing,
  O haud your tongue and jauner;
I held the gate till you I met,
  Syne I began to wander:
I tint my whistle and my sang,
  I tint my peace and pleasure;
But your green graff, now, Luckie Laing,
  Wad airt me to my treasure.

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. The Cooper O’ Cuddle
  2. Prologue, Spoken by Mr. Woods, on his Benefit-night, Monday, April 16. 1787
  3. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her
  4. Written on a Blank Leaf of One of Miss Hannah More’s Works, Which a Lady Had Given him
  5. The Captain’s Lady

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