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Cassillis' Banks.

By Robert Burns

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I.         Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green,             An' scattered cowslips sweetly spring;         By Girvan's fairy-haunted stream,             The birdies flit on wanton wing.         To Cassillis' banks when e'ening fa's,             There wi' my Mary let me flee,         There catch her ilka glance of love,             The bonnie blink o' Mary's e'e! II.         The chield wha boasts o' warld's walth             Is aften laird o' meikle care;         But Mary she is a' my ain             Ah! fortune canna gie me mair.         Then let me range by Cassillis' banks,             Wi' her, the lassie dear to me,         And catch her ilka glance o' love,             The bonnie blink o' Mary's e'e!

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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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