Poem by Robert Burns

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  FAIREST maid on Devon banks,
    Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
  Wilt thou lay that frown aside,
    And smile as thou wert wont to do?

Full well thou know’st I love thee dear;
Couldst thou to malice lend an ear?
O did not love exclaim ‘Forbear,
  Nor use a faithful lover so?’

Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, O let me share;
And by thy beauteous self I swear,
  No love but thine my hears shall know.

1. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her
3. The Day Returns
4. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
5. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way

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