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