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CAULD MORNING
(Robert Burns)
'Twas ane o'clock in a cauld frosty morning,
When cankert November over the plain,
I heard the kirk-bell the loud warning,
As, restless, I sought for sweet slumber in
Then up I arose, the silver moon shining
Mountains and valleys appearing all hoary
I would go, amid the pale, s'ient night,
And visit the Fair One, the of my pain.-
Sae I staw to my lovely Maid's chamber,
And at her window, low down on my knee;
that she would awauk from sweet slum'ber,
Awauk from slumber and pity me:
For, that a to a' pleasure, peace and rest,
Love into madness ha fired my breast;
And that I be of a'men the maist unblest,
she would pity my sad miserie!
My Truic-love arose and to me,
(The moon in, an envy'd my Love's charms;)
'An Maiden, ah, would you undo me!'
I no reply, but leapt into her arms:
Bright Phebus peep'd the hills and found me there;
As he has done, now, lang years and mair:
A faithfuller, constanter, kinder, loving Pair,
His sweet-chearing beam nor nor warms.
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