Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

Ah, Chloris

AH, Chloris, since it may na be,
  That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
  Yet let the friend be dear.

Altho’ I love my Chloris mair
  Than ever tongue could tell;
My passion I will ne’er declare,
  I’ll say I wish thee well:

Tho’ a’ my daily care thou art,
  And a’ my nightly dream,
I’ll hide the struggle in my heart,
  And say it is esteem.

1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame
3. The Day Returns
4. Eppie M’Nab
5. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face

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