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8 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 9. O, leave novels, ye Mauchline belles.
Tune: Ye Mauchline belles, Scots Musical Museum, 1803, No. 573. |
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O, leave novels, ye Mauchline belles, Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel!
Such witching books are baited hooks For rakish rooks like Rob Mossgiel.
Your fine Tom Jones and Grandisons They make your youthful fancies reel;
They heat your brains, and fire your veins, And then you're prey for Rob Mossgiel.
Beware a tongue that's smoothly hung, A heart that warmly seems to feel;
That feeling heart but acts a part— 'Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel.
The frank address, the soft caress,
Are worse than poisoned darts of steel;
The frank address, and politesse, Are all finesse in Rob Mossgiel. |
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* An 8ve lower in original. |
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