Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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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. My Chloris
2. I See a Form, I See a Face
3. Bessy and Her Spinnin’ Wheel
4. Farewell, Thou Stream
5. My Wife’s a Winsome Wee Thing

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