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 ROBERT BURNS

If love for love thou wiltna gie, At least be pity to me shown ;

A thought ungentle canna be The thought o' Mary Morison.

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��508 Jean

\ F a' the airts the wind can blaw,

I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives,

The lassie I lo'e best. There wild woods grow, and rivers row,

And monie a hill between, But day and night may fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean.

I see her in the dewy flowers,

I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds,

I hear her charm the air. There 's not a bonnie flower that springs

By fountain, shaw, or green ; There 's not a bonnie bird that sings,

But minds me o' my Jean.

509 Auld Lang Syne

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'^ Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne?

508 airts] points of the compass. row] roll.

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