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Ae Fond Kiss.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "Rory Dall's Port." I.         Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;         Ae fareweel, and then for ever!         Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,         Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.         Who shall say that fortune grieves him         While the star of hope she leaves him?         Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;         Dark despair around benights me. II.         I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,         Naething could resist my Nancy;         But to see her, was to love her;         Love but her, and love for ever.         Had we never lov'd sae kindly,         Had we never lov'd sae blindly,         Never met, or never parted,         We had ne'er been broken hearted. III.         Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!         Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!         Thine be ilka joy and treasure,         Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!         Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;         Ae farewell, alas! for ever!         Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,         Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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