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96 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 103. Now Nature deeds the flowery lea.
Tune : Roihiemurckis rant Bremner's Reels, 1759, p. 42. |
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Chorus. Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi1 me tent the flocks— Wilt thou be my dearie, O?
Now Nature deeds the flowery lea, And a' is young and sweet like thee, O, wilt thou share its joys wi' me, And say thou'lt be my dearie, O ?
The primrose bank, the wimpling burn, The cuckoo on the milk-white thorn, The wanton lambs at early morn Shall welcome thee, my dearie, O.
And when the welcome simmer shower Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower, We'll to the breathing woodbine-bower At sultry noon, my dearie, O.
When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, The weary shearer's hameward way, Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray, And talk o' love, my dearie, O.
And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest, Enclasped to my faithfu' breast, I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O. |
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