Poem by Robert Burns

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O can ye labour lea, young man,
  	An’ can ye labour lea;
Gae back the gate ye cam’ again,
  	Ye’se never scorn me.

I fee’d a man at Martinmas,
  	Wi’ arle pennies three;
An’ a’ the faut I fan’ wi’ him,
  	He couldna labour lea.

The stibble rig is easy plough’d,
  	The fallow land is free;
But wha wad keep the handless coof,
  	That couldna labour lea?

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Gala Water
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Flowery Banks of Cree

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