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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Jamie, Come Try Me

Jamie, come try me,
Jamie, come try me,
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.
 
If thou should ask my love,
Could I deny thee?
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me!
 
If thou should kiss me, love,
Wha could espy thee?
If thou wad be my love,
Jamie, come try me!
 
Jamie, come try me,
Jamie, come try me,
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.

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