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CXLVII
O STAY SWEET WARBLING WOOD-LARK |
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Say, was thy little mate unkind, And heard thee as the careless wind ? Oh, nocht but love and sorrow join'd
Sic notes o' wae could wauken. Thou tells o' never-ending care ; O' speechless grief, and dark despair ; For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair !
Or my poor heart is broken !
Words by Burns.
Tune Locherroch Side.
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