Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

The Highland Lassie

NAE gentle dames, tho’ ne’er sae fair,
Shall ever be my Muse’s care;
Their titles a’ are empty show;
Gie me my Highland lassie, O.

  Within the glen sae bushy, O,
  Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
  I set me down wi’ right good will
  To sing my Highland lassie, O.

Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine!
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland lassie, O.

But fickle fortune frowns on me,
And I maun cross the raging sea;
But while my crimson currents flow
I’ll love my Highland lassie, O.

Altho’ thro’ foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bosom burns with honour’s glow,
My faithful Highland lassie, O.

For her I’ll dare the billow’s roar,
For her I’ll trace a distant shore,
That Indian wealth may lustre throw
Around my Highland lassie, O.

She has my heart, she has my hand,
By sacred truth and honour’s band!
Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I’m thine, my Highland lassie, O.

  Fareweel the glen sae bushy, O!
  Fareweel the plain sae rushy, O!
  To other lands I now must go,
  To sing my Highland lassie, O!

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3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. On a Bank of Flowers
5. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns

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