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324 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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'Talk not so very high, bonie lass, O talk not so very, very high :
The man- at the fair that wad sell,
He maun learn at the man that wad buy.
1 I trust to climb a far higher tree,
And herry a far richer nest: Tak this advice o' me bonie lass,
Humility wad set thee best.' |
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No. 341. O, where hae ye been Lord Ronald, my son ?
Tune : Lord Ronald, my son Scots Musical Museum, 1792, No. 327. |
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' O, where hae ye been Lord Ronald, my son ?
O, where hae ye been Lord Ronald, my son?'
11 hae been wi' my sweetheart, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi* the hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
'What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son? What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?* ' I hae got deadly poison, mother, make my bed soon, For life is a burden that soon I'll lay down.' |
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