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Poem by Robert Burns


The Gallant Weaver


WHERE Cart rins rowin’ to the sea,
By mony a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
  He is a gallant weaver.

Oh I had wooers aught or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear’d my heart would tine,
  And I gied it to the weaver.

My daddie sign’d my tocher-band,
To gie the lad that has the land;
But to my heart I’ll add my hand,
  And gie it to the weaver.

While birds rejoice in leafy bowers;
While bees rejoice in opening flowers;
While corn grows green in simmer showers,
  I’ll love my gallant weaver.

1791

Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Blythe Was She
  2. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
  3. Lovely Davies
  4. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
  5. Young Highland Rover


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