Poem by Robert Burns

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There was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie lass,
  	And she lo’ed her bonnie laddie dear;
Till war’s loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms,
  	Wi’ mony a sigh and tear.

Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
  	He still was a stranger to fear:
And nocht could him quell, or his bosom assail,
  	But the bonnie lass he lo’ed sae dear.

1. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water

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