Poem by Robert Burns

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WHA is that at my bower door?
  O wha is it but Findlay?
Then gae your gate, ye’se nae be here!
  Indeed maun I, quo’ Findlay.
What mak ye sae like a thief?
  O come and see, quo’ Findlay;
Before the morn ye’ll work mischief;
  Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.

Gif I rise and let you in;
  Let me in, quo’ Findlay;
Ye’ll keep me waukin wi’ your din;
  Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.
In my bower if ye should stay;
  Let me stay, quo’ Findlay;
I fear ye’ll bide till break o’ day;
  Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.

Here this night if ye remain;
  I’ll remain, quo’ Findlay;
I dread ye’ll learn the gate again;
  Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.
What may pass within this bower-
  Let it pass, quo’ Findlay;
Ye maun conceal till your last hour;
  Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay.

1. Blythe Was She
2. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
3. The Flowery Banks of Cree
4. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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