Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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BLITHE hae I been on yon hill,
  As the lambs before me;
Careless ilka thought and free,
  As the breeze flew o’er me:
Now nae langer sport and play,
  Mirth or sang can please me;
Lesley is sae fair and coy,
  Care and anguish seize me.

Heavy, heavy is the task,
  Hopeless love declaring:
Trembling, I dow nocht but glowr,
  Sighing, dumb, despairing!
If she winna ease the thraws
  In my bosom swelling,
Underneath the grass-green sod
  Soon maun be my dwelling.

1. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard
4. Eppie M’Nab
5. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face

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