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. Phillis the Fair
2. O Steer Her Up
3. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
4. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
5. Lady Onlie

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