Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

Lady Onlie

A’ THE lads o’ Thornie-bank,
  When they gae to the shore o’ Bucky,
They’ll step in an’ tak’ a pint
  Wi’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
    Ladle Onlie, honest Lucky,
      Brews good ale at shore o’ Bucky;
    I wish her sale for her gude ale,
      The best on a’ the shore o’ Bucky.

Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean,
  I wat she is a dainty chucky;
And cheery blinks the ingle-gleed
  Of Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
    Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,
      Brews gude ale at shore o’ Bucky;
    I wish her sale for her gude ale,
      The best on a’ the shore o’ Bucky.

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2. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
3. Stay My Charmer
4. Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard
5. How Lang and Dreary

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