Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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As down the burn they took their way,
  And thro’ the flowery dale;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
  And love was aye the tale.

With ‘Mary, when shall we return.
  Sic pleasure to renew?’
Quoth Mary, ‘Love, I like the burn,
  And aye shall follow you.’

1. Montgomerie’s Peggy
2. O, Wat Ye Wha’s In Yon Town?
3. When First I Came to Stewart Kyle
4. Here’s His Health in Water!
5. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t

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