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. 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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