Poem by Robert Burns

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  O LAY thy loof in mine, lass,
    In mine, lass, in mine, lass,
  And swear in thy white hand, lass,
    That thou wilt be my ain.

A slave to Love’s unbounded sway,
He aft has wrought me meikle wae;
But now he is my deadly fae,
  Unless thou be my ain.

There’s mony a lass has broke my rest,
That for a blink I hae lo’ed best;
But thou art Queen within my breast.
  For ever to remain.

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2. Blythe Was She
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4. Stay My Charmer
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