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Bonnie Lassie, Will Ye Go.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "The birks of Aberfeldy." Chorus.         Bonnie lassie, will ye go,         Will ye go, will ye go;         Bonnie lassie, will ye go             To the birks of Aberfeldy? I.         Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,         And o'er the crystal streamlet plays;         Come let us spend the lightsome days             In the birks of Aberfeldy. II.         The little birdies blithely sing,         While o'er their heads the hazels hing,         Or lightly flit on wanton wing             In the birks of Aberfeldy. III.         The braes ascend, like lofty wa's,         The foamy stream deep-roaring fa's,         O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws,             The birks of Aberfeldy. IV.         The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers,         White o'er the linns the burnie pours,         And rising, weets wi' misty showers             The birks of Aberfeldy. V.         Let Fortune's gifts at random flee,         They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me,         Supremely blest wi' love and thee,             In the birks of Aberfeldy.                     Bonnie lassie, will ye go,                     Will ye go, will ye go;                     Bonnie lassie, will ye go                         To the birks of Aberfeldy?

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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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