Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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ONE night as I did wander,
  When corn begins to shoot,
I sat me down to ponder,
  Upon an auld tree root:

Auld Ayr ran by before me,
  And bicker’d to the seas;
A cushat crooded o’er me
  That echoed thro’ the braes.

1. Lovely Davies
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Why, Why Tell Thy Lover?
4. Castle Gordon
5. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou

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