Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

The Bonnie Wee Thing

BONNIE wee thing, cannie wee thing,
  Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
  Lest my jewel it should tine.

Wishfully I look and languish
  In that bonnie face o’ thine;
And my heart it stounds wi’ anguish,
  Lest my wee thing be na mine.

Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty,
  In as constellation shine;
To adore thee is my duty,
  Goddess o’ this soul o’ mine!

• чешский (Czech)

1. Lovely Davies
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Could Aught of Song
4. Why, Why Tell Thy Lover?
5. Young Highland Rover

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