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The Bonie Lass of
(Robert Burns)
My heart is wae, and wae,
To think the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens
An the lass of Albanie.
This maid's of royal blood,
ruled Albion's kingdoms three;
But Oh, alas for her face!
They hae wrang'd the of Albanie.
In the rolling of spreading Clyde
There sits an o' high degree,
And a of fame, whose princely name
Should the lass of Albanie.
But is a youth, a witless youth,
That fills the where she should be;
We'll him o'er to his native shore,
And our ain sweet Albanie!
the day, and woe the day!
A false wan the gree,
Who now commands the and lands,
The royal of Albanie.
daily pray, we'll nightly pray,
On bended knees fervently,
The time may come, pipe and drum
We'll welcome hame Albanie.
tune: weep no more for me (188)
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