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Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)


The Bonnie Lass of Albany


MY heart is wae, and unco wae,
  To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
  And the bonnie Lass of Albany.

This lovely maid’s of royal blood
  That ruled Albion’s kingdoms three,
But oh, alas! for her bonnie face,
  They hae wrang’d the Lass of Albany.

In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde
  There sits an isle of high degree,
And a town of fame whose princely name
  Should grace the Lass of Albany.

But there’s a youth, a witless youth,
  That fills the place where she should be;
We’ll send him o’er to his native shore,
  And bring our ain sweet Albany.

Alas the day, and woe the day!
  A false usurper wan the gree,
Who now commands the towers and lands-
  The royal right of Albany.

We’ll daily pray, we’ll nightly pray.
  On bended knees most fervently,
The time may come, with pipe and drum
  We’ll welcome hame fair Albany.



Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Damon And Sylvia
  2. Here’s his Health in Water!
  3. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t
  4. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
  5. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water


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