Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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WHY, why tell thy lover,
  Bliss he never must enjoy?
Why, why undeceive him,
  And give all his hopes the lie?

O why, while fancy raptured slumbers,
  Chloris, Chloris all the theme!
Why, why wouldst thou, cruel,
  Wake thy lover from his dream?

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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