Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 359. Song—O May, thy Morn |
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| O MAY, thy morn was ne’er so sweet | |
| As the mirk night o’ December! | |
| For sparkling was the rosy wine, | |
| And private was the chamber: | |
| And dear was she I dare na name, | 5 |
| But I will aye remember: | |
| And dear was she I dare na name, | |
| But I will aye remember. | |
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| And here’s to them that, like oursel, | |
| Can push about the jorum! | 10 |
| And here’s to them that wish us weel, | |
| May a’ that’s guid watch o’er ’em! | |
| And here’s to them, we dare na tell, | |
| The dearest o’ the quorum! | |
| And here’s to them, we dare na tell, | 15 |
| The dearest o’ the quorum. | |
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