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. There’s News, Lasses
2. Scroggam
3. The Toast
4. Where are the Joys
5. My Wife’s a Winsome Wee Thing

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