Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 6. The Tarbolton Lasses |
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| IF ye gae up to yon hill-tap, | |
| Ye’ll there see bonie Peggy; | |
| She kens her father is a laird, | |
| And she forsooth’s a leddy. | |
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| There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, | 5 |
| Besides a handsome fortune: | |
| Wha canna win her in a night, | |
| Has little art in courtin’. | |
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| Gae down by Faile, and taste the ale, | |
| And tak a look o’ Mysie; | 10 |
| She’s dour and din, a deil within, | |
| But aiblins she may please ye. | |
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| If she be shy, her sister try, | |
| Ye’ll maybe fancy Jenny; | |
| If ye’ll dispense wi’ want o’ sense— | 15 |
| She kens hersel she’s bonie. | |
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| As ye gae up by yon hillside, | |
| Speir in for bonie Bessy; | |
| She’ll gie ye a beck, and bid ye light, | |
| And handsomely address ye. | 20 |
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| There’s few sae bonie, nane sae guid, | |
| In a’ King George’ dominion; | |
| If ye should doubt the truth o’ this— | |
| It’s Bessy’s ain opinion! | |
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