Poem by Robert Burns

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WILT thou be my dearie?
When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart,
Wilt thou let me cheer thee?
By the treasure of my soul,
That’s the love I bear thee!
I swear and vow that only thou
Shalt ever be my dearie-
Only thou, I swear and vow,
Shalt ever be my dearie.

Lassie, say thou lo’es me;
Or if thou wilt na be my sin,
Say na thou’lt refuse me:
If it winna, canna be,
Thou for thine may choose me,
Let me, lassie, quickly die,
Trusting that thou lo’es me-
Lassie, let me quickly die,
Trusting that thou lo’es me.

1. The Chevalier’s Lament
2. Address to General Dumourier
3. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t
4. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
5. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns

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