Poem by Robert Burns

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O gie my love brose, brose,
  	Gie my love brose and butter;
For nane in Carrick or Kyle
  	Can please a lassie better.
The lav’rock lo’es the grass,
  	The muirhen lo’es the heather;
But gie me a braw moonlight,
  	And me and my love together.

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2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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