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CXCIII
MY LADY'S GOWN THERE'S GARES UPON'T |
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Out owre yon muir, out owre yon moss, Whare gor-cocks thro' the heather pass, There wons auld Colin's bonie lass, A lily in a wilderness.
Sae sweetly move her genty limbs, Like music notes o' lovers' hymns; The diamond dew in her e'en sae blue, Like laughing love sae playfu' swims.
Words attributed to Burns. |
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