Poem by Robert Burns

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COME, let me take thee to my breast,
  And pledge we ne’er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
  The warld’s wealth and grandeur:
And do I hear my Jeanie own
  That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone
  That I may live to love her.

Thus in my arms, wi’ all thy charms,
  I clasp my countless treasure;
I’ll seek nae mair o’ heaven to share,
  Than sic a moment’s pleasure:
And by thy een, sae bonnie blue,
  I swear I’m thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
  And break it shall I never.

1. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
2. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
3. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time
4. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks
5. The Bonnie Wee Thing

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