Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

Out Over The Forth

OUT over the Forth I look to the north,
  But what is the north and its Highlands to me
The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
  The far foreign land, or the wild rolling sea.

But I look to the west, when I gae to rest,
  That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
For far in the west lives he I lo’e best,
  The lad that is dear to my babie and me.

1. Eppie M’Nab
2. Lady Onlie
3. Bessy and Her Spinnin’ Wheel
4. Phillis the Fair
5. Hee Balou

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