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348 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 360. It's whisper'd in parlour. |
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Tune : The broom blooms bonie. |
Scots Musical Museum, 1796, No. 461. |
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It's whisper'd in parlour, it's whisper1 d in ha', The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair;
Lady Marget's wi' child amang our ladies a1,
And she dare na gae down to the broom nae mair.
One lady whisperM unto another,
The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair; Lady Marget's wi' child to Sir Richard her brother,
And she dare na gae down. to the broom nae mair. |
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O, when that you hear my loud, loud cry,
The broom blooms boniej the broom blooms fair ;
Then bend your bow and let your arrows fly, For I dare na gae down to the broom nae mair. |
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