Robert Burns (Ðîáåðò Á¸ðíñ)

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WHY, why tell thy lover,
  Bliss he never must enjoy?
Why, why undeceive him,
  And give all his hopes the lie?

O why, while fancy raptured slumbers,
  Chloris, Chloris all the theme!
Why, why wouldst thou, cruel,
  Wake thy lover from his dream?

1. Verses to a Young Lady, Miss Graham of Fintry, with a Present of Songs
2. On Maria
3. O Steer Her Up
4. Frae the Friends and Land I Love
5. Young Jamie, Pride Of A’ the Plain

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