Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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  FAIREST maid on Devon banks,
    Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
  Wilt thou lay that frown aside,
    And smile as thou wert wont to do?

Full well thou know’st I love thee dear;
Couldst thou to malice lend an ear?
O did not love exclaim ‘Forbear,
  Nor use a faithful lover so?’

Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, O let me share;
And by thy beauteous self I swear,
  No love but thine my hears shall know.

1. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Gala Water
5. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t

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