Poem by Robert Burns

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THERE’S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
  That he from our lasses should wander awa;
For he’s bonnie and braw, weel favour’d witha’,
  And his hair has a natural buckle and a’.
His coat is the hue of his bonnet sae blue;
  His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,
  And his clear siller buckles they dazzle us a’.

For beauty and fortune the laddie’s been courtin;
  Weel-featur’d, weel-tocher’d, weel-mounted and braw;
But chiefly the siller, that gars him gang till her,
  The penny’s the jewel that beautifies a’.
There’s Meg wi’ the mailin, that fain wad a haen him,
  And Susy whase daddy was Laird o’ the ha’;
There’s lang-tocher’d Nancy maist fetters his fancy,
  -But the laddie’s dear sel he lo’es dearest of a’.

1. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks
2. The Highland Lassie
3. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns

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