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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 gardens
An the bonie of Albanie.
This lovely of royal blood,
That ruled Albion's three;
But Oh, alas for her face!
They hae the lass of Albanie.
In the rolling of spreading Clyde
There an isle o' high degree,
And a of fame, whose princely name
Should grace the of Albanie.
But is a youth, a witless youth,
That fills the where she should be;
We'll send him to his native shore,
And bring our ain Albanie!
the day, and woe the day!
A false wan the gree,
Who now commands the and lands,
The royal of Albanie.
We'll daily pray, nightly pray,
On bended mast fervently,
The may come, with pipe and drum
We'll welcome fair Albanie.
tune: weep no more for me (188)
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