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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

There Was a Bonie Lass

There was a bonie lass,
And a bonie, bonie lass,
And she lo’ed her bonie laddie dear;
Till War’s loud alarms
Tore her laddie frae her arms,
Wi’ mony a sigh and tear.
 
Over sea, over shore,
Where the cannons loudly roar;
He still was a stranger to fear:
And nocht could him quail,
or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo’ed sae dear.

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