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The Lass of Albanie
(Robert Burns)
My heart is wae, and wae,
To upon the raging sea,
That roars between her green
An the lass of Albanie.
This lovely maid's of blood,
That ruled kingdoms three;
But Oh, alas for her face!
hae wrang'd the lass of Albanie.
In the rolling tide of Clyde
There sits an o' high degree,
And a of fame, whose princely name
grace the lass of Albanie.
But is a youth, a witless youth,
That the place 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 the towers and lands,
The right of Albanie.
daily pray, we'll nightly pray,
On bended knees fervently,
The time may come, pipe and drum
welcome hame fair Albanie.
tune: weep no more for me (188)
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