Poem by Robert Burns

Sweetest May

SWEETEST May, let Love incline thee;
Take a heart which he designs thee;
As thy constant slave regard it;
For its faith and truth reward it.

Proof to shot of birth or money,
Not the wealthy, but the bonnie;
Not high-born, but noble-minded,
In love’s silken band can bind it!

1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. The Heather Was Blooming
3. Ye Sons of Old Killie
4. I’m Owre Young To Marry Yet
5. Amang The Trees

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