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Poem by Robert Burns


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I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een o'bonie blue.

'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses wat wi' dew,
Her heaving bosom, lily-white-
It was her een sae bonie blue.

She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd;
She charm'd my soul I wist na how;
And aye the stound, the deadly wound,
Cam frae her een so bonie blue.

But "spare to speak, and spare to speed;"
She'll aiblins listen to my vow:
Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonie blue. 



Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Blythe Was She
  2. Stay My Charmer
  3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
  4. Gala Water
  5. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)


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