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. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
2. Farewell to Ballochmyle
3. The Flowery Banks of Cree
4. Gala Water
5. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns

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