ROBERT BURNS
If love for love thou wiltna gie, At least be pity to me shown ;
A thought ungentle canna be The thought o' Mary Morison.
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��508 Jean
\ F a' the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lassie I lo'e best. There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And monie a hill between, But day and night may fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds,
I hear her charm the air. There 's not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green ; There 's not a bonnie bird that sings,
But minds me o' my Jean.
509 Auld Lang Syne
SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'^ Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne?
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