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O Wha Is She That Lo’es Me
Air- “Morag.”
O
wha is
she that lo'es me,
And
has my heart a-keeping?
O
sweet is she that lo'es me,
As
dews o' simmer weeping,
In
tears the rose-bud steeping:
O
that's the lassie o' my heart,
My
lassie ever dearer;
O
that's the queen o' womankind,
And
ne'er a ane to peer her.
If
thou shalt meet a lassie
In
grace and beauty charming,
That
e'en thy chosen lassie,
Ere
while thy breast sae warming,
Had
ne'er sic powers alarming;
O
that's, the lassie, &c.
If
thou hadst heard her talking,
And
thy attentions plighted,
That
ilka body talking,
But
her by thee is slighted;
And
if thou art delighted;
O
that's, the lassie &c.
If
thou hast met this fair one,
When
frae her thou hast parted;
If
every other fair one
But
her thou hast deserted,
And
thou art broken-hearted
O
that's the lassie & co.
Burns
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