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Blythe Hae I Been.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "Liggeram Cosh." I.         Blythe hae I been on yon hill             As the lambs before me;         Careless ilka thought and free             As the breeze flew o'er me.         Now nae langer sport and play,             Mirth or sang can please me;         Lesley is sae fair and coy,             Care and anguish seize me. II.         Heavy, heavy is the task,             Hopeless love declaring:         Trembling, I dow nocht but glow'r,             Sighing, dumb, despairing!         If she winna ease the thraws             In my bosom swelling,         Underneath the grass-green sod             Soon maun be my dwelling.

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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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