Robert Burns


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There was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie lass,
  	And she lo’ed her bonnie laddie dear;
Till war’s loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms,
  	Wi’ mony a sigh and tear.

Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
  	He still was a stranger to fear:
And nocht could him quell, or his bosom assail,
  	But the bonnie lass he lo’ed sae dear.

1795




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