Poem by Robert Burns

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WHY, why tell thy lover,
  Bliss he never must enjoy?
Why, why undeceive him,
  And give all his hopes the lie?

O why, while fancy raptured slumbers,
  Chloris, Chloris all the theme!
Why, why wouldst thou, cruel,
  Wake thy lover from his dream?

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Gala Water
3. Blythe Was She
4. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
5. Stay My Charmer

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