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Poem by Robert Burns


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THE Tailor fell thro the bed, thimbles an a,
The Tailor fell thro the bed, thimbles an a;
The blankets were thin, and the sheets they were sma,
The Tailor fell thro the bed, thimbles an a.

The sleepy bit lassie, she dreaded nae ill,
The sleepy bit lassie, she dreaded nae ill;
The weather was cauld, and the lassie lay still,
She thought that a tailor could do her nae ill.

Gie me the groat again, canny young man;
Gie me the groat again, canny young man;
The day it is short, and the night it is lang,
The dearest siller that ever I wan!

Theres somebody weary wi lying her lane;
Theres somebody weary wi lying her lane;
Theres some that are dowie I trow wad be fain
To see the bit tailor come skippin again.



                      Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Theres News, Lasses
  2. Scroggam
  3. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her
  4. The Toast
  5. To Alex Cunningham, Writer


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