Marion Angus (Марион Ангус)

Invitation

Lad, come kiss me
Whaur the twa burns rin.
Am I no’ sweet as honey,
Wild as gouden whin,

Slim as the rowan,
Lips like berries reid,
Fey as siller mune-floo’er
That sprang frae fairy seed?

Luve, come clasp me
Whaur the twa burns rin, –
A’ but the white soul o’ me
That ye can never win.

1. The Fiddler
2. The Silver City
3. Treasure Trove
4. Remembrance Day
5. Alas! Poor Queen

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