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TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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I. LOVE—PERSONAL No.1. O, once I lov'd a borne lass.
Tune : I am a man unmarried (Unknown.) |
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O, once I lov'd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still, And whilst that virtue warms my breast
I'll love my handsome Nell.
As bonie lasses I hae seen,
And monie full as braw; But for a modest, gracefu' mien,
The like I never saw.
A bonie lass, I will confess,
Is pleasant to the e'e ; But without some better qualities
She's no a lass for me. |
But Nelly's looks are blythe and sweet;
And, what is best of a', Her reputation is compleat,
And fair without a flaw.
She dresses ay sae clean and neat, Both decent and genteel;
And then there's something in her gate, Gars ony dress look weel.
A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart;
But it's innocence and modesty That polishes the dart. |
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'Tis this in Nelly pleases me;
'Tis this inchants my soul, For absolutely in my breast
She reigns without controul.
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No. 2. In Tarbolton, ye ken.
(Tune unknown.)
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man ;
But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals ? They carry the gree frae them a', man.
Their father's a laird, and weel he can spare't, Braid money to tocher them a', man;
To proper young men, he'll clink in the hand Gowd guineas a hunder or twa, man.
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