Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

Hee Balou

HER balou! my sweet wee Donald,
Picture o’ the great Clanronald;
Brawlie kens our wanton chief
Wha got my young Highland thief.

Leeze me on thy bonnie craigie!
An’ thou live, thou’ll steal a naigie:
Travel the country thro’ and thro’,
And bring hame a Carlisle cow.

Thro’ the Lawlands, o’er the border,
Weel, my babie, may thou furder:
Herry the louns o’ the laigh countree,
Syne to the Highlands hame to me.

1. There’s News, Lasses
2. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
3. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
4. When First I Saw
5. Montgomerie’s Peggy

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