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The Song Book |
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It wasna sae ye glinted by ; When I was wi' my dearie. For oh! &c. |
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Words by Burns.
Tune Cauld kail in Abej-deen. |
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CXXII
I GAED A WAEFU' GATE YESTREEN |
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'Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wat wi' dew,,
Her heaving bosom lily-white;— It was her een sae bonie blue.
She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd, She charm'd my soul I wist na how ;
And aye the stound, the deadly wound, Cam frae her een sae bonie blue.
But spare to speak, and spare to speed;
She'll aiblins listen to my vow : Should she refuse, I'll lay mv dead
To her twa een sae bonie blue.
Words bv Burns. The Blathrie o't |
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