Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

The Cardin’ O’t

I COFT a stane o’ haslock woo’,
  To make a coat to Johnny o’t;
For Johnny is my only jo,
  I lo’e him best of ony yet.
    The cardin’ o’t, the spinnin’ o’t;
      The warpin’ o’t, the winnin’ o’t;
    When ilka ell cost me a groat,
      The tailor staw the linin’ o’t.

For though his locks be lyart gray,
  And though his brow be beld aboon;
Yet I hae seen him on a day,
  The pride of a’ the parishen.
    The cardin’ o’t, the spinnin’ o’t,
      The warpin’ o’t, the winnin’ o’t;
    When ilka ell cost me a groat,
      The tailor staw the linin’ o’t.

1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
3. Stay My Charmer
4. Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard
5. How Lang and Dreary

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