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Blooming Nelly.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "On a bank of flowers." I.         On a bank of flowers, in a summer day,             For summer lightly drest,         The youthful blooming Nelly lay,             With love and sleep opprest;         When Willie wand'ring thro' the wood,             Who for her favour oft had sued,         He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd,             And trembled where he stood. II.         Her closed eyes like weapons sheath'd,             Were seal'd in soft repose;         Her lips still as she fragrant breath'd,             It richer dy'd the rose.         The springing lilies sweetly prest,             Wild. wanton, kiss'd her rival breast;         He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd,             His bosom ill at rest. III.         Her robes light waving in the breeze             Her tender limbs embrace;         Her lovely form, her native ease,             All harmony and grace:         Tumultuous tides his pulses roll,             A faltering, ardent kiss he stole;         He gaz'd, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd,             And sigh'd his very soul. IV.         As flies the partridge from the brake,             On fear-inspired wings,         So Nelly, starting, half awake,             Away affrighted springs:         But Willie follow'd, as he should,             He overtook her in a wood;         He vow'd, he pray'd, he found the maid             Forgiving all and good.

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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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