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A Solemn Dirge, on the Death of Robert Burns, The Scots Bard

WHAT! is there ill news you're ſo ſad, Robin Gray, That thy blue bonnet's pulld o'er thy brow? O ſad news! ſad, ſad! Poor Robin is dead! And the plowman weeps over his plow Well a well a day, And the plowman weeps over his plow.

Is his pipe mute for ay, and for ay, Robin Gray, No more ſhall we tend to his ſong. Aye, cold as a clod, Beneath the green ſod, Poor Robin they've lain all along, Well a well a day, Poor Robin they've lain all along.

Adieu then the foreſt and will, Robin Gray, And farewell the vallies and grove! Why, the foreſt and hill, And the vallies ring ſtill,