Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

Could Aught of Song

COULD aught of song declare my pains,
  Could artful numbers move thee,
The Muse should tell, in labour’d strains,
  O Mary, how I love thee!

They who but feign a wounded heart
  May teach the lyre to languish;
But what avails the pride of art,
  When wastes the soul with anguish?

Then let the sudden bursting sigh
  The heart-felt pang discover;
And in the keen, yet tender eye,
  O read th’ imploring lover!

For well I know thy gentle mind
  Disdains art’s gay disguising;
Beyond what fancy e’er refin’d,
  The voice of nature prizing.

1. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Eppie M’Nab
4. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
5. On Cessnock Banks

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