The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/'Twas na her bonie blue e'e


 * 'Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin:
 * Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin.
 * 'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us.
 * 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stoun glance o' kindness!


 * Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me,
 * Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me;
 * But tho' fell Fortune should fate us to sever,
 * Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.


 * Chloris, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,
 * And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest,
 * And thou'rt the angel that never can alter -
 * Sooner the sun in his motion would falter!

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